Precious Little Snowflakes
One of the great things about the internet is the absolutely insane amount of information available at our fingertips. In some ways, this makes it harder to find anything, since the information is more than any one man, woman, child or computer can really handle. On the other hand, it does make reading about some of our favorite topics a great deal easier.
One of my personal favorite topics happens to be about that precious generation of people raised right after me. You know, the people who entering college now and are out of college for a few years now. Those people who were raised thinking they could do no wrong and would set the world ablaze with their amazing skill sets and dynamic energy. I like to think of these fine people using the wonderful term, Snowflakes.
Every week, there is always some article in one of the multitude of online available newspapers discussing the challenges facing this generation. It seems that all the people who were being ground up into little pieces by their jobs forgot that these very children would also someday be required to hold a job, earn an income and suffer in the same ways that they were suffering at that point in time. It was almost as if the workplace so damaged these adults that they tried to shield these snowflakes from the same indignities that they themselves were suffering.
Of course, as we all know, work has if anything, become more difficult in the last generation due to mobile communication and around the clock attention and surveillance. There is no more nine to five or even eight to seven, but instead we are all considered on the clock, all the time. As one might suspect, this grinding lifestyle does not suit the Snowflakes well. And the newspapers are filled with a love and a certain amount of hate for these people. It's wonderful!
They are filled with stories of overprotective parents, calling college professors to provide better grades or for more assistance with timeliness for assignments, because in the real world, my mother calls my boss all the time so I can go home at a decent hour and rest, rather than work 11 hour days...oh wait, she doesn't and I suck it up and do it, because I enjoy things like eating far too much not to.
Even better, some parents take it further and call human resource departments and ask for special considerations for work options and raises. And at work, these fine young people expect their egos to be stroked for doing the bare minimum at their jobs, much like they did in school, getting rewards and high marks for being themselves instead of doing what is asked for.
Sometimes, people defend these wonderful creatures, saying they will bring a technical savvy and a willingness to enact change that previous generations lack. I imagine that techinical savvy mostly revolves around logging onto Facebook at work and posting important company information on Twitter. Change is likely predicated on a willingness to cry about every grievance against them, real or imagined, and insisting they know better on all fronts, because when you have never been wrong, it is hard to be humble enough to be wrong enough to learn.
As you might imagine, I think this is another nail in the fine coffin being built around our fine nation!
One of my personal favorite topics happens to be about that precious generation of people raised right after me. You know, the people who entering college now and are out of college for a few years now. Those people who were raised thinking they could do no wrong and would set the world ablaze with their amazing skill sets and dynamic energy. I like to think of these fine people using the wonderful term, Snowflakes.
Every week, there is always some article in one of the multitude of online available newspapers discussing the challenges facing this generation. It seems that all the people who were being ground up into little pieces by their jobs forgot that these very children would also someday be required to hold a job, earn an income and suffer in the same ways that they were suffering at that point in time. It was almost as if the workplace so damaged these adults that they tried to shield these snowflakes from the same indignities that they themselves were suffering.
Of course, as we all know, work has if anything, become more difficult in the last generation due to mobile communication and around the clock attention and surveillance. There is no more nine to five or even eight to seven, but instead we are all considered on the clock, all the time. As one might suspect, this grinding lifestyle does not suit the Snowflakes well. And the newspapers are filled with a love and a certain amount of hate for these people. It's wonderful!
They are filled with stories of overprotective parents, calling college professors to provide better grades or for more assistance with timeliness for assignments, because in the real world, my mother calls my boss all the time so I can go home at a decent hour and rest, rather than work 11 hour days...oh wait, she doesn't and I suck it up and do it, because I enjoy things like eating far too much not to.
Even better, some parents take it further and call human resource departments and ask for special considerations for work options and raises. And at work, these fine young people expect their egos to be stroked for doing the bare minimum at their jobs, much like they did in school, getting rewards and high marks for being themselves instead of doing what is asked for.
Sometimes, people defend these wonderful creatures, saying they will bring a technical savvy and a willingness to enact change that previous generations lack. I imagine that techinical savvy mostly revolves around logging onto Facebook at work and posting important company information on Twitter. Change is likely predicated on a willingness to cry about every grievance against them, real or imagined, and insisting they know better on all fronts, because when you have never been wrong, it is hard to be humble enough to be wrong enough to learn.
As you might imagine, I think this is another nail in the fine coffin being built around our fine nation!