Posted on 12/16/2022 3:54:32 PM PST by ChicagoConservative27
It doesn’t get any sadder than this: “19 percent of men and 12 percent of women in the 25-34 demographic cohabit with their parents.”
Nearly a fifth — a fifth! — of men aged 25-34 live with Mom and Dad?
What?
At least the parents aren’t happy about it.
The Hill reports:
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Honestly, I think that’s cold.
Four of my five have moved out and established their own households. My single youngest daughter lives with us (works and contributes). So we didn’t raise pansies.
But we didn’t hand them suitcases with their clothes when they turned 18, either.
My wife lived with her parents until 26, when we got married. It filled her bank accounts. And it did not slow down her “social” life at all.
My kids were gone pretty much out of college, except for a few months here and there.
They were always happy to help and pay for groceries and what not. We never “threw them out” and would always welcome them home.
I like having my kids around. Now they have kids. I love having the rug rats running around every few days.
I miss them hanging out.
It reminds me of Irish and Italian families in Providence, Rhode Island; not so long ago.
BOL! My high school graduation gift was 2 suitcases. My new graduation shirts, pants and underwear were in them.
They stayed with my parents during that pre college summer as I was in Idaho working for the summer. I got home in time to find my new dorm room and roommate.
My mother took me to my new college and dorm room.
We unpacked the new clothes and put them into drawers and on hangars in my closet. She suggested that I hitch a ride home every 2-3 weeks to do my laundry and to say hello and goodbye.
She gave me a credit card to call home once a week. 60+ years later, I still remembered that phone number and credit card.==
Then, she said, “Walk me to my car and say goodbye.!”
I did and she gave me a hug and kiss and said she would call my dorm phone when she got home.
Years later, she said that was a really tough moment in her life, yet she had to kiss me goodbye and leave.I was basically on my own from then on.
Years later, she laughed at how she slowed down to 10 mph to drop off a sibling sister at her first year of college.
All of ours were on their own by 20.
One does live in Grandma’s basement.
Actually, he’s an OTR trucker and only home on weekends. He helps her out and realistically it doesn’t make much sense to rent an apartment for two days a week.
Remember, Boomers were drafted and shipped to Vietnam. Whatever later generations dealt with, at least we didn’t have to worry about the draft. The generation who had the easiest life was mine - those of us born at the end of the Boom and the beginning of X. The 1980’s were a great time to be young. I feel sorry for young people today who grew up post 9/11.
Part of me understands. With millions of illegal aliens coming in to the country and getting housing assistance where are kids suppose to live competing with huge NGOs and the government. One of my first jobs was a welder making $20 an hour. Thirty years later the starting wage for an entry level welder is $17 while housing costs have increased ten fold. And now, with so much work being done remotely areas that were affordable have all been scooped up by corporations and wealthy transplants.
Myself. I moved out at 16. I couldn’t wait. After my adventure working for Uncle Sam I stayed with my parents a few weeks while I got everything ready for college, a job, and a place to live. It was miserable.
Recently got paperwork from social security office, my first years (1965) taxable earnings at 40 hours a week came in at 2350.40.
Hell, I thought I was a rich man!
Put a down payment on my first used car.
Eastern Europe it was not uncommon for generations to be in the same house. Each generation had a separate part of the house with common family areas. It worked great.
Not bad, but I moved into MCRD barracks at 17 (yes, Mom had to sign) and never went back home except to visit for a day or two.
After I got out I would go up to Mom and Dads house to do repairs, those old floor furnaces are a pain in the neck.
Crawling around in that nasty Bakersfield moon dust, and don’t ever try to do red spanish tile roof repairs there in the summertime.
DAMN, I MISS MY MOM AND DAD!
The 1950’t0 70’s was an aberration in the sense that corporations and businesses only had America to go to, because Europe was rebuilding and the third world wasn’t sophisticated enough to attract much in the way of investment. Now, America is having to compete and wages are falling and qualifications, for good jobs, are rising.
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No, the problem became really bad when Nixon completely separated the dollar and gold and the government started to print a lot more money.
It doesn’t matter if a lot of businesses invest in your country if the government steals the value of your pay by printing money.
That would definitely be part of it.
However, prior to WWII, it was common for families to have three generations in the home. I think it was propaganda to promote unmarried people to be independent of the family when they reach adulthood, because they would be borrowing money from the bank to buy homes.
Are they putting in a good fifty/sixty hour workweek?
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Yep - so do I.
Dad departed in 2015 - Mom 11 months later.
Dad at 89yo, Mom at 82yo.
(Dad was just a few weeks shy of 90, actually.)
I miss all of those fishing trips with Dad!
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My first apartment was a one bedroom. ($300/month)
It had a (broken) dishwasher and the roof leaked -
but only when snow would build up on the roof.
I worked my way through college doing landscaping, painting,
mowing lawns, and working in a book store.
(B. Dalton Bookseller - remember them? They got bought by
Waldenbooks, then Walden got bought by Barnes & Noble.)
But - being a computer guy - I learned more on my own
through my own curiosity by building computers from parts,
and then teaching myself to program them, than I did
from the 'old', antiquated curriculum at school.
When I had my first 'real' computer job interview I was was shocked
by how much money they were offering. But I shouldn't have been.
They recognized that I 'knew my stuff' - and I now realize
that I could have (maybe should have) negotiated for MORE.
But it was more money than THIS kid had ever seen...
For all you that still have parents around, don’t take any day for granted. My mom died at 52 and my dad died at 60. Both my parents were gone when I was 32.
Wow. When I was in my early 20s, I didn’t know anybody in my age group who still lived at home.
Everybody either had their own place or shared a place with roommates.
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