There's a big difference between the last generation that started work at 14 and the latest round of snowflakes. Due to regulations have a slim chance of being allowed to apply for most jobs till they are 18. Many end of waiting till after college (a big mistake in my opinion). That puts them years behind their parents. I was lucky, I started working at 16. The company that hired me first, a local seed company got bought out and now ADM or whoever owns them doesn't even hire folks that are under 18. The other job I was at a local department store. They went under. You just can't be a high-school student and get a job at company that operates like Walmart. To apply you must be at least 18 and be willing to work any hours. To make matters even worse the government demands that they pay a living wage.
Try and find a new car without all the bells and whistles. Part of not earning a lot is having to take some risks. I've heard stories about the old cars people had back in the day. That means teenagers don't need a 2 ton crash proof airbag/back up camera equipped car that costs more than their parents house did. Let's go back to the day when heaters and radios were options.
The EPA, OSHA, and democrats in general have knocked all the rungs off the ladder for the first eight feet. Now that doesn't excuse the snowflakes. At the end of you can sit around a tweet for Bernie or you can do what you can where you can with what you have.
We are an extremely over regulated society.
Politicians need to realise hard work pays and that they can’t protect everyone with regulations.
I know people who started saving when they were in grade school.
It may not have been but a few cents a month but they always put something back.
I had a somewhat strange upbringing but I am glad I experienced what I did.
Makes me appreciate what I do have and lets me feel good for people who work hard and get ahead.
When I was in my early forties I had to get a ride with a twentysomething coworker.
It was a very cold winter day and he didn’t have the heat on in his old truck.
I asked him if the heater was broken. He said it had never worked.
I reached over and pulled the knob and in five minutes we were toasty warm.
He had been driving the truck for three years and never realised that big thing bolted under the dash was an old fashioned after market heater!
I will give him some credit, he bought the old 53 Chevy for a couple hundred dollars and kept it running until he could legitimately do better.