Toni
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Eh, millenials have it harder in some ways: wages haven't kept up with inflation.
On the other hand, my kids ---and their friends-- think we are making stuff up when we talk about how poor we were when we first started out. Husband grew up in a much more affluent family; mine was barely off the farm and by farm I mean I remember when both sets of grandparents got indoor plumbing. Heck, I remember when WE didn't have indoor plumbing. Went back to one of the houses my family rented when I first started school, many years later, with a friend from high school. I actually could find the place just fine. We both looked at it, mostly unchanged: still shabby and tiny and remarked how lucky we were (in our very modest middle class homes as adults). And meant it. I used to tell my kids about how poor we were when they were little but it was a false poor. We could manage rent, had health care, ate very cheap (everything from scratch), and mostly read books and hung out with friends. If we were feeling flush, with beer or wine. Otherwise, not. Clothes were shabby but so were our friends' clothes. We passed clothes around as one kid outgrew his wardrobe, shared what we could, laughed a lot. And knew better times were coming after grad school. And they did come.
In my day, we could reasonably pay for a good state school working summer jobs and part time jobs during high school, if we didn't go crazy buying expensive stereo systems. Can't do that these days, at least not most places, and not full time. Of course, when we went off to college, we just had a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a dictionary, thesaurus, a calculator if you were into science or math and some shampoo. A few pairs of socks and if you were well off: more than two pairs of shoes. And that nice stereo. If you brought your car, it was impounded and you could have it at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break and end of the year. Freshmen and sophomores were required to live in dorms unless there was a very good reason not to (i.e. you were 30 years old and raising kids, working AND finally starting college). When I dropped off my oldest, the van was crammed full and I was embarrassed at how much crap he had and was bringing. And then I saw the parents with trailers hitched to their vans and felt....less embarrassed.
Kids today think they are poor if they can't afford a coffee that costs more than I made in an hour at their age or go out for beers a couple of times a week or see whatever hipster show is playing down at the 'neighborhood' bar. They have more clothes in their closets than I had if you added every single item of clothing I ever wore from birth through age 25. They eschew hand me downs but love the second hand places--I mean: vintage clothing stores. They have cars. And bicycles that cost as much as a semester's tuition my freshman year. Of course, their books for a semester cost more than my tuition for a semester, freshman year, too. Mostly finished school with little to no debt and mostly on parents' dime. Their parents had received virtually no help from their own parents but we could manage with part time jobs and scholarships.
They either have cable or have figured out clever ways to watch without paying for cable. Their phones can carry out calculations and take photos and access a library's worth of information.
What I find truly unacceptable and absolutely shameful is the student debt burden far too many students must carry if they want to obtain a college degree. We are crippling entire generations and our future.
On the other hand, my kids ---and their friends-- think we are making stuff up when we talk about how poor we were when we first started out. Husband grew up in a much more affluent family; mine was barely off the farm and by farm I mean I remember when both sets of grandparents got indoor plumbing. Heck, I remember when WE didn't have indoor plumbing. Went back to one of the houses my family rented when I first started school, many years later, with a friend from high school. I actually could find the place just fine. We both looked at it, mostly unchanged: still shabby and tiny and remarked how lucky we were (in our very modest middle class homes as adults). And meant it. I used to tell my kids about how poor we were when they were little but it was a false poor. We could manage rent, had health care, ate very cheap (everything from scratch), and mostly read books and hung out with friends. If we were feeling flush, with beer or wine. Otherwise, not. Clothes were shabby but so were our friends' clothes. We passed clothes around as one kid outgrew his wardrobe, shared what we could, laughed a lot. And knew better times were coming after grad school. And they did come.
In my day, we could reasonably pay for a good state school working summer jobs and part time jobs during high school, if we didn't go crazy buying expensive stereo systems. Can't do that these days, at least not most places, and not full time. Of course, when we went off to college, we just had a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a dictionary, thesaurus, a calculator if you were into science or math and some shampoo. A few pairs of socks and if you were well off: more than two pairs of shoes. And that nice stereo. If you brought your car, it was impounded and you could have it at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break and end of the year. Freshmen and sophomores were required to live in dorms unless there was a very good reason not to (i.e. you were 30 years old and raising kids, working AND finally starting college). When I dropped off my oldest, the van was crammed full and I was embarrassed at how much crap he had and was bringing. And then I saw the parents with trailers hitched to their vans and felt....less embarrassed.
Kids today think they are poor if they can't afford a coffee that costs more than I made in an hour at their age or go out for beers a couple of times a week or see whatever hipster show is playing down at the 'neighborhood' bar. They have more clothes in their closets than I had if you added every single item of clothing I ever wore from birth through age 25. They eschew hand me downs but love the second hand places--I mean: vintage clothing stores. They have cars. And bicycles that cost as much as a semester's tuition my freshman year. Of course, their books for a semester cost more than my tuition for a semester, freshman year, too. Mostly finished school with little to no debt and mostly on parents' dime. Their parents had received virtually no help from their own parents but we could manage with part time jobs and scholarships.
They either have cable or have figured out clever ways to watch without paying for cable. Their phones can carry out calculations and take photos and access a library's worth of information.
What I find truly unacceptable and absolutely shameful is the student debt burden far too many students must carry if they want to obtain a college degree. We are crippling entire generations and our future.