A healthy 34 year old male living with his parents is NOT a man!
After high school, you moved out asap--for a man to live at home with parents for any length of time, without aggressively seeking independence, was shameful. No self respecting man would be caught dead sitting home playing video games, even if they existed.
For some, moving out meant joining the military, either by enlistment or the draft. For some it meant college. For many others it meant getting some skills, starting a business, or getting a job.
It was expected to get married in the late teens or early twenties-- it was just what you did.
There is no reason these scenarios should not hold today-- except that they are not "normalized." The economic complaint is a cop out. There are good paying jobs going begging because too many egos get in the way of going to work. Any young man can still make his own way, if he merely has the gumption.
Oh-- and, "their mother's won't let them grow up?" Good god, what drivel.
“A healthy 34 year old male living with his parents is NOT a man!”
Total nonsense. One reason is the cost and convenience.
Also, have you heard the saying that goes something like “Judge ye not, so you won’t be judged”?
Each may have their own reasons and if it works fir them and the parents, it’s none of anyone else’s business.
A cousin of mine in Long Island lived with his parents until they died. He was next-to-last of nine children. The other eight couldn't be bothered to visit the parents, especially after Alzheimer's took over. He made it possible for his elderly parents to remain at home rather than divest themselves of everything and live in institutions where they'd be frightened and disoriented -- and likely separated after 50 years together.
The eight siblings would have inherited nothing, possibly been on the hook for medical expenses too, and expense was a major concern of theirs.
They looked down on their little brother for not having a wife and kids, for living with their parents. It took me just one visit to observe that he was basically throwing himself on a grenade every day, sparing his siblings some extraordinary anguish, and treating his parents with love and tenderness and dignity.
He inherited nothing. Nothing you could put a dollar value on. The house was sold, debts paid, net zero. Contents of house split among eight sibs -- because he had no place to put anything. Except in his big heart.