The ME Generation: Advances in Entitlement
They come in countless forms:
- The fifteen year-old neighbor whose parents bought her a car for raising her GPA to 3.0
- The principal’s son, who thinks he knows everything
- The group of 20 somethings out on the town that walk in front of your moving car in a gaggle and then gesture rudely at you when you slam on your breaks
A couple months ago, I received heartbreaking news: I am part of the ME generation. I am an old-timer ME, but technically I made the cut (which is 1980 and I was born in ’81) and I must call myself a member of this most fascinating and unsettling generation. The “ME” has a double-meaning, a dual-edged sword if you will. First and foremost, we are “millennial,” that is, we came to age around the time of the turn of the century. The second definition is easily seen: we are all about “me.” In fact, I’m pretty sure The Beatles were prophesying about us when they penned the song, “I, Me, Mine.”
