There have been several millennials making impressions upon me lately, and not good impressions. I wonder what kind of parenting my generation chose in order to produce such dependent unquestioning progeny.
The young people in question have no problem describing their fears of daily events. Not a fear of rape – but a fear of being catcalled. Fears of independence, fears of public transit, fears of lone travel… My generation was looking forward to these marks of adulthood, and longed to conquer fear (and were embarassed by small fears). Yet somehow, they have discouraged their own children from embracing these same milestones. Continue reading