Posted on 05/02/2006 6:40:51 AM PDT by Fury
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May 02, 2006, 6:43 a.m. Putting on the Ritz Kids today. They've lost something precious: a work ethic. By Jennifer Graham In a heart-warming gesture of concern for our nations stressed-out youth, the Ritz-Carlton has announced that it will offer concierge services to a quarter-million college students in Boston.
Every parent wants to pamper their child when theyre going through the daily agony of college, explained Ritz spokeswoman Caron Le Brun, demonstrating that you, too, can become a public-relations professional without mastery of basic grammar. Who needs college, anyway? But for kids with $150K to blow and nothing better to do, college remains a draw, daily agony and all. And so employees of the Boston Ritz—thrilled, no doubt—will soon be delivering freshly baked cookies to Harvard Square, dispatching chauffeurs to Boston College, and laundering blue jeans collected from Brandeis. We can all sleep better tonight, knowing that our best and brightest wont be troubled with the pesky details of, well, life. What happened? College used to be the place where kids learned to do their own wash, and how to get to Hooters in distant towns without a car of ones own. It was a place where no one was pampered—save a Heisman prospect or two—the idea being that wed emerge from it, four or five or ten years later, prepared for this thing called real life. In his book Hard America, Soft America, Michael Barone wrote, Half a century ago Americans leaving high school were expected to be ready to go out into the world and make their own way. Today they arent expected to be ready for that, and most of them arent. Forget high school; were now in a place where Americans leaving college arent expected to make their own way. We cant blame the kids. Theyre not the ones trying to raise the driving age to 17½ (that would be the Massachusetts legislature), or writing child-support checks to their grown-up offspring in such numbers that the New York Times wrote last week on the trend. No, its the Baby Boom parents who gave us the Boomerang kids, and we should have seen them coming. They bring to mind A Christmas Carol and the ragged children Scrooge saw hiding in the robe of the Ghost of Christmas Present: He tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude. The boy, of course, was Ignorance; the girl, Want. The Boomerang children, were they to slip beneath the Spirits robe, would not be nearly so threatening. Their names are Gimme and I-Dont-Want-To-Work-That-Hard. They are good-natured creatures; their lives have not been difficult, and so they harbor little malice or dread. They have neither worked very hard, nor seen hard work performed, at least not by people to whom they're related. Hard work—meaning any sustained effort that causes us to think deeply or perspire heavily—used to be something that only the very rich or the very lazy could avoid. But work avoidance is now the obsession of the Baby Boom bourgeois, who, if not able to afford nannies, maids, and gardeners, ecstatically purchase leaf blowers, central vacs, and Swiffers and, weary from the exertion of shopping, order take-out meals when theyre done. What happened? The pendulum swung too far. A hundred years ago, Americans did have to work too hard, hence the proliferation of laws enacted at the turn of the century to end child labor and shorten cruelly long workdays. Labor-saving devices were beginning to emerge (the washing machine in 1904, the dryer in 1915), and by the time the 40-hour work week was established in 1938, a new idea was percolating across the land: that hard work was a distasteful relic of inferior times, like an outhouse without the nostalgia. The America appetite for any product that promises more leisure is insatiable; anyone who can build a better lint trap is guaranteed a terrific return. And so a generation of Americans has grown up without ever having witnessed their mothers fry a chicken, let alone twist the neck of one before dinner, as my husbands grandmother did. But even as the Boomers seek to avoid work and expand leisure, they cannot escape that old nag, the Protestant work ethic, which sustained their ancestors through grim lives. Our national fabric is woven of this, the idea that only through hard work can we right wrongs, banish demons, achieve greatness and nobility. But what happens when, through the wonders of technology and Fair Labor Acts, you find youve done away with hard work? Heres one thing that happens: You wake up one Monday morning in April and find 20,000 people—most of them Baby Boomers and their offspring—grunting through 26.2 miles of the Boston Marathon, even though only 50 of them have any hope of placing. The human soul craves work, even as the brain seeks to avoid it. Thus, the 46-year-old mother whose children are now in school and whose housework has been cut in half by Swiffers and the microwave, finds contentment and purpose in punishing her middle-aged knees on roads that have no end. The 53-year-old journalist, whose job is significantly easier since the Internet came to be, ironically may work more hours now than when he started; a 50-hour work week feels more noble than one composed of a mere 38. Conversely, Boomers who have not found new work to replace the old work that they vanquished are powering the pharmaceutical industry, filling their empty spaces with pills that battle depression, obesity, and sleeplessness. Nature abhors a vacuum, but human beings need one. The new Dunkin' Donuts advertising campaign is a smash; my children began humming its theme song at odd hours within a week of its debut. The catchy Doing things is what we like to do song, which accompanies images of happy Americans rollerblading, jogging, going to school, riding around in police cars—all while holding a steaming cup of coffee or a strawberry-mango smoothie—is dead-on in its depiction of working America. America runs on Dunkin the campaign informs us. Maybe, maybe not. But doing things, is indeed, what we like to do, as long as we dont get too dirty, or out of breath, and theres always a latte in reach. —Jennifer Nicholson Graham, an NRO contributor, is a writer in Boston. Her website is www.jennifergraham.com. |
Don't think these are the kids enlisting in the military. Also, lots of Mom's have to have Nannies nowadays because they want kids but don't want to get their hands dirty.
Even if a kid today wants a job, an illegal immigrant is probably already doing it. Jobs that were the province of youth 30 years ago -- serving fast food, trimming neighbor's lawns, stocking shelves, delivering newspapers, etc. -- have been taken over.
It is a good article.
However, there will soon be plenty of work when the baby boomers retire.
There are also implications for the immigration debate.
Any kid over 18 who wants a 10 dollar an hour job, can easily get a job like that. Now with kids under 18, they can't get jobs, but only because of legal liabilities. If you don't want to get sued, hire an illegal.
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Yeah..and further, just who is furnishing the little pukes with the good things in life? Someone is paying the freight.
Those jobs kids formerly were doing are not now because the GOVERNMENT raised ROADBLOCKS, like Child Labor Laws, etc. to keep them from working. We need to get rid of those laws.
I live in Southern Oregon, Roseburg, the only Mexicans I see are in the fields, or the forest planting and harvesting. My son, 19, has his own business painting, and he hires his friends to help. His friends have the fast food, construction labor, yard work jobs not Mexicans. Minimum wage in Oregon is about $7.25 and hour, which for a teenager is perfect.
My sons and his friends work ethic, is because they grew up in the rural life. Lots of "chores" to do. Build fences, build barns, take care of the critters, mow a 3 acre lawn, my daughter did that, harvest the fruit trees, the garden, can veges's, etc. Best place to instill work ethic, they are survival skills.
I was actually thinking about this very thing over the weekend. I grew up rural working class, I never had an allowance, I did manual labor, and after putting myself through school, I just went out into adulthood. It was no big deal.
The 20 somethings I know right now simply have no life skills. They can't cook, garden, sew, do simple carpentry, figure their own taxes, etc. When they do manage to attempt some heroic effort like digging up a flower bed, it takes place in stages over days. Their parents chuckle about it and make rueful remarks but there's no real disapproval.
Yet these same kids will spend two hours in the gym every day or participate in charity "walk-a-thons" every weekend. Something is very wrong.
Being in the far North of the country, the tide hasn't yet reached you. In 15 years or less, I'm betting most of the jobs you're describing will be performed by Hispanic laborers, legal or otherwise. At today's rate, literally millions of people are streaming across the Southern border, and the economies down here aren't going to provide enough jobs for them. Consequently, they'll migrate to other areas of the US.
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