Garbage. My kid has had it better than I did so far. Better housing, nicer cars, you name it.
I love it. Sums it up best.
I read it here all the time. “I worked summers and paid for all of my college. These youngins are too lazy to work”
Let’s see if we can get a full blown generation gap war going right here on FR. It’ll be great!
Your breaking my heart man!!!
Here’s some reality for you:
Great union job - well, there was a union out there (2,000 miles away) but i’m sure they didn’t even know i existed.
Homeowner at 22 - got my first mortgage at 28 (10% rate). Didn’t actually own a home outright until i was 48.(property tax is forever though).
Makes you borrow tuition money - I had to. Probably 7 or 8% rate back in the day. Are you too good to take out a loan to help pay for YOUR education (and struggle to pay it off when you start out at $17K/yr)?
Hasn’t applied for a job.... - Employers are begging for people now.
Has it better than his parents - Damn right i did. They were born near the start of the Great Depression. Mom grew up on a farm and Dad joined the Army Air Force. I hope my kids have it better than i do but their future is up to them.
Tuition was $400 - Maybe for one quarter but that didn’t include room and board or any other expenses. And that was at a State University not Pepperdine or wherever. My Brother went to Stanford (but he was a National Merit Scholar so there’s that).
Only made $15K/year. I made $17K. Had to repay those student loans. One bedroom apartment was $425/month and small condo was $100K.
Drives up federal deficit - yeah we really had control over that.
No job hunt since 1982 - At least six since then and now on the seventh.
Bought a house in his 20s, no degree job - First mortgage at 28. STEM degree. Oh, spent at least 17 of my working years doing 12 hour shifts. Nights, holidays and weekends included. Industrial work places, some very remote and dangerous.
Creates world’s worst economy - You got me there. I really screwed it up.
Retires - At age 52. I bet that really tears you up.