Posted By: billytense aka Lisa11
This Generation I'll Tell Ya... - 03/19/18 10:20 AM
I think I have Millenial Gliders...actually, I'm sure of it.
They have little to no work ethic, they barely have a clue about the value of a hard earned dollar and the sense of entitlement is overwhemingly evident. They litterally want everything handed to them.
Participation trophies and grade/ego inflation did nothing but un-naturally raise the expectations for the outside world or outside the cage. When these expectaions are not met, Gen Z blames the caregiver (usually in the form of "crabbing").
This is a world where everyone gets a mealie just for waking up, or, if you prefer, I'll feed you a fat juicy one in between yawns while you are still relaxing in your clean warm pouch. You are special, you are different, you, are unique.
My generation lived in dirt and sticky crowded tree holes and we were glad for it. No one changed our cage linen on the daily, no one made sure we had delish fresh food and triple filtered clean water in an antique depression era milk glass saucer. If we wanted sustenence we spread our damn Patagium and got some. I had to fight six siblings and five cousins just to gnaw on a cricket leg...I don't even like cricket legs but I never complained.
I wouldn't consider myself a "helicopter parent", more like an "elevator parent" both for the type of entertainment I build for my special little girls and the range of emotions present in this relationship.
The mantra for the millenials is "follow your dreams" well my fuzzbutts seem to dream of nothing but food, the nub on the top of my ball cap and when the next nap is. Maybe the real reason they are called Gen Z is because they sleep so darn much.
I've read that Gen Y grew up with PC's, video game systems, and cell phones where Gen Z has tablets, smart phones and apps. I can attest to this from the tiny foot prints of evidence on my waterproof keyboard and chew marks on my phone. As far as Apps go, well these over/under achievers just consider that the treat before (one of) the main course.
Speaking of complaining, these Gen Z's don't understand that life is not a vacation. Sometimes the lights are bright, sometimes it takes a little work to release the snack, sometimes you have to have nail maintenence whether you like it or not. You just can't sit back on your adorable behind and wait for someone to bring you a six dollar watermellon just so you can lick it and then wrinkle your fabulous pink nose in disgust.
I would expound on this theory but i'ts time for the ladies hourly head and bellly massage and tail fluff. Afterwards it will be a cornicopia of color coordinated munchies cut into disney shapes served while a nice italian opera lilts in the background.
They have little to no work ethic, they barely have a clue about the value of a hard earned dollar and the sense of entitlement is overwhemingly evident. They litterally want everything handed to them.
Participation trophies and grade/ego inflation did nothing but un-naturally raise the expectations for the outside world or outside the cage. When these expectaions are not met, Gen Z blames the caregiver (usually in the form of "crabbing").
This is a world where everyone gets a mealie just for waking up, or, if you prefer, I'll feed you a fat juicy one in between yawns while you are still relaxing in your clean warm pouch. You are special, you are different, you, are unique.
My generation lived in dirt and sticky crowded tree holes and we were glad for it. No one changed our cage linen on the daily, no one made sure we had delish fresh food and triple filtered clean water in an antique depression era milk glass saucer. If we wanted sustenence we spread our damn Patagium and got some. I had to fight six siblings and five cousins just to gnaw on a cricket leg...I don't even like cricket legs but I never complained.
I wouldn't consider myself a "helicopter parent", more like an "elevator parent" both for the type of entertainment I build for my special little girls and the range of emotions present in this relationship.
The mantra for the millenials is "follow your dreams" well my fuzzbutts seem to dream of nothing but food, the nub on the top of my ball cap and when the next nap is. Maybe the real reason they are called Gen Z is because they sleep so darn much.
I've read that Gen Y grew up with PC's, video game systems, and cell phones where Gen Z has tablets, smart phones and apps. I can attest to this from the tiny foot prints of evidence on my waterproof keyboard and chew marks on my phone. As far as Apps go, well these over/under achievers just consider that the treat before (one of) the main course.
Speaking of complaining, these Gen Z's don't understand that life is not a vacation. Sometimes the lights are bright, sometimes it takes a little work to release the snack, sometimes you have to have nail maintenence whether you like it or not. You just can't sit back on your adorable behind and wait for someone to bring you a six dollar watermellon just so you can lick it and then wrinkle your fabulous pink nose in disgust.
I would expound on this theory but i'ts time for the ladies hourly head and bellly massage and tail fluff. Afterwards it will be a cornicopia of color coordinated munchies cut into disney shapes served while a nice italian opera lilts in the background.