My wife and I had completed a milestone journey from our Santa Monica Mountains home to the hallowed halls of Baylor University, deep in the heart of Texas, for our daughter's graduation. This "Lone Star trek into darkness," as I'm sure most leftists would characterize it, was actually a most enlightening experience. In addition to being gratified by the achievements of my child, I couldn't help but enjoy the temporary solace of being a comfortable 1,400 miles away in either direction from California Sen. Barbara Boxer — whose latest shameless syllogism at the time blamed the deadly twister in Moore, Okla., on Republicans' refusal to embrace carbon tax legislation.
Thanks to a Time magazine cover story "The Me Me Me Generation," which caught my eye at a newsstand before boarding the plane, I was able to pull my brain away from cap-and-trade and back to cap-and-gown concerns, musing about my daughter and her millennial mates, and the likelihood of their success in this still-anemic economy.
The Time article began with author Joel Stein dragging out all of the traditional tropes that older generations use when multi-"tsk"ing about "the problem with kids these days."
Buttressed by data from the National Institutes of Health, he showed that Americans born between 1980 and 2000 have a three times greater incidence of Narcissistic Personality Disorder than baby boomers over 65.
I was beginning to get visibly agitated.
Stein went on to decry the fact that millennials aren"t just narcissistic. They're also lazy, with a deep-seated sense of entitlement, and brimming over with an impatience for social change bordering on the delusional.
Well, that was enough. I blurted out "Serenity now!," took a blood pressure pill, and grumbled to myself for the next few minutes.
After all, the nerve of these upstarts treading on the sacred ground that we plowed so diligently back in the late 1960s!