If getting a tug from work on the electonic umbilical cord is the worst thing that ever happens to these snowflakes, they should count themselves fortunate that they don’t know the real meaning of stress.
I am self employed and have always checked email on weekends and evenings.
How is checking email more stressful than, say, a farmer who must feed stock daily or examine irrigation systems? Or in more primitive hunter/gatherer days when folks always looked for game tracks or kept their eyes open for roots or berries to harvest?
When did sociologists determine that mankind should live in compartments separating work life from home life or leisure?