21 thoughts on “Seems like it with these lazy, entitled, narcissistic young of today.”
I can’t tell you how many people I know raising grandkids because their own kids are too dysfunctional. And I’ve always said it doesn’t take any brains to breed; even bugs can do it.
Met a man at the nearby local community center last summer. He had his three grandsons there to swim at least once a week, yes he was raising them.
Man. Too many participation ribbons. Too much video games. Too much estrogen. Too much warped, perverted antithetical-to-reality BS out there. In 1981 a vietnam vet, dope addict and meat cutter taught me how to cut retail meat in a little mom n’ pop in north Denver when I was 17. His best advice-“you learn how to cut meat here and then go somewhere else and don’t want to do things their way or you don’t want the OT or don’t want to work that hard, they’ll cut you loose in a heartbeat because there’s ten guys on the other side of the front doors that’ll take your job in a heartbeat.” Bill was as rough as the bed floor in an old shop truck, but I appreciate everything he ever taught me. Several years ago I was having some trouble getting my stepson to get with the program and I was leaning on him pretty good about his lack of effort and engagement. I guess my wife thought I was picking on him and pulled me aside and told me that she just wanted me to treat him like my own son. When I responded “I am treating him like he is my son”, she kinda recoiled and you could see the wheels turning. and I think it really him home that I was being rough on her son BECAUSE I cared about him and how his future went for him. He eventually got with the program, and in part I think because his mom quit feeling sorry for him when I leaned on him for poor effort. More kids need a lot more of that.
I would bet most here have experienced exactly what you just descibed. I know I have.
No balls anymore.
How many “men” can’t drive, can’t change a tire or change oil in a car. How many cannot perform basic home repairs, operate something as simple as a screwdriver, or read a tape measure.
We have removed shop class from the curriculum, as we have reduced the value of critical thinking.
Nothing like working with degreed engineers that have no idea what they are working in, and don’t have the practical skills to even try to figure it out.
I worked far too many CAD contracts as a mechanical designer where the engineers knew almost nothing about modern design software. At one contract in particular, the lead engineer bragged that he was an ace at MS Excel and PowerPoint, but knew nothing about mechanisms or how to design them. He had the BSME degree, prominently displayed in his cube. My cube contained a GW Skaven poster, and a chart showing screw thread dimensions, not to mention about a gross of post-its related to UGNX.
These days, I’ve accrued enough injuries and symptoms of old age that I can no longer change tires, and I was never very good at household repairs. My high school, back in the early 1970s, was college oriented, and I succumbed to the song of the Sirens.
Agree with Jim. So glad I grew up around real men, valuable experience and wouldn’t trade it for anything. Shop class was not offered to girls when I went to school. I am able to maintain my vehicle and diagnose problems (above my skill level to fix) and give my mechanic a heads up. Fix minor things at the house and know when I need to call in a skilled person. Yes I can cook, sew and can food but would rather be outside or in the garage tinkering. What’s wrong with me, hahaha
There isn’t anything wrong with you. I could never get real enthused about “girly” stuff. I was fortunate enough to have parents who didn’t make a big deal about which tasks were for the boys and which were for the girls. As a result, my brothers are just as comfortable in the kitchen as in the garage, and vice versa.
Growing up my brother with four sisters had to clean the house and we took turns completely planning, cooking and clean up of the family dinner. We sure had to help with laundry and when canning season was in swing, canning with the best of them. There was no gender difference in our family as far as chores went.
Canning, skills I wish I’d grown up with
I go on the adage that I learned from Robert Heinlein: “Specialization is for insects.”
Men can and should be able to do household chores and women should be able to do “powderpuff” mechanics. I don’t expect to have them an expert in all things, it is sufficient to be a JOTMAN to get by, and is a helluva survival trait as well!
Most readers of this blog are JOTMANs, most of us are either proficient or extremely skilled in two, three, or more disciplines. I happen to be skilled in about 7 different ones, can mess around in most of the rest, and can do meatball surgery if called upon (God forbid!).
We on this blog are the Survivors, Sheepdogs, Git-er-done kinda people. Man, if we all got together we could declare ourselves a separate country and curbstomp most militaries that tried anything funny with us…
Frightening, innit?
Jack of all trades master of none myself. Good onya
I have seen your hand shakes Igor… I would be quite apprehensive with you holding a scalpel. Even with my MS, my hands are rock steady, I hope I never lose that. I am much like you, I have two or three “specialties” that I exceed well, dabble and knowledge of others that would useful in a less then comfortable environment.
The Loser should be sucking its thumb instead of sticking its finger up its nose.
Graduated HS in the early 70’s. Shop class was the highlight of my school years. To this day, I use certain experiences I learned from shop class. Woodworking, Welding, Automotive, Electrical, and much more. I’m 70 now and still remember to put my safety glasses on now when needed. Got my knuckle wrapped too many times in the past by Mr Igor the shop teacher.
I wouldn’t make it as a shop teacher nowadays, I’d have the kids in a corner sucking their thumbs. I don’t mix chuckleheads and power equipment, it results in having to replace too many tools and too many chuckleheads…
Thumbs, pushaaw, they would be crying for their momma
The Old Man split when I was 5 or 6 Lucky for me my Grandfather had a farm a half mile down the road. I spent most of my childhood working on the farm. I knew my wrench sizes before I mastered the ABCs. I helped clean stalls, feed the animals , bale hay , fix fence, cut firewood ,,and drive tractors . I was driving a John Deere 70 at 8 years old . We worked hard , but we also ate well and also got to hunt and fish .Grandma had a garden and a cellar full of Mason jars packed full of good stuff . Its too bad the small farms are fading away its a good way to grow up .
Envious, good onya. They will start coming back soon.
My home schooled grandson, is taking shop and mathematics, mornings, at the local high school. Keeping a weather eye…
I can’t tell you how many people I know raising grandkids because their own kids are too dysfunctional. And I’ve always said it doesn’t take any brains to breed; even bugs can do it.
Met a man at the nearby local community center last summer. He had his three grandsons there to swim at least once a week, yes he was raising them.
Man. Too many participation ribbons. Too much video games. Too much estrogen. Too much warped, perverted antithetical-to-reality BS out there. In 1981 a vietnam vet, dope addict and meat cutter taught me how to cut retail meat in a little mom n’ pop in north Denver when I was 17. His best advice-“you learn how to cut meat here and then go somewhere else and don’t want to do things their way or you don’t want the OT or don’t want to work that hard, they’ll cut you loose in a heartbeat because there’s ten guys on the other side of the front doors that’ll take your job in a heartbeat.” Bill was as rough as the bed floor in an old shop truck, but I appreciate everything he ever taught me. Several years ago I was having some trouble getting my stepson to get with the program and I was leaning on him pretty good about his lack of effort and engagement. I guess my wife thought I was picking on him and pulled me aside and told me that she just wanted me to treat him like my own son. When I responded “I am treating him like he is my son”, she kinda recoiled and you could see the wheels turning. and I think it really him home that I was being rough on her son BECAUSE I cared about him and how his future went for him. He eventually got with the program, and in part I think because his mom quit feeling sorry for him when I leaned on him for poor effort. More kids need a lot more of that.
I would bet most here have experienced exactly what you just descibed. I know I have.
No balls anymore.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qyvCYgCeHDw&pp=ygUUY2FzdGxlIG91ciBsYXN0IGNhc2U%3D
How many “men” can’t drive, can’t change a tire or change oil in a car. How many cannot perform basic home repairs, operate something as simple as a screwdriver, or read a tape measure.
We have removed shop class from the curriculum, as we have reduced the value of critical thinking.
Nothing like working with degreed engineers that have no idea what they are working in, and don’t have the practical skills to even try to figure it out.
I worked far too many CAD contracts as a mechanical designer where the engineers knew almost nothing about modern design software. At one contract in particular, the lead engineer bragged that he was an ace at MS Excel and PowerPoint, but knew nothing about mechanisms or how to design them. He had the BSME degree, prominently displayed in his cube. My cube contained a GW Skaven poster, and a chart showing screw thread dimensions, not to mention about a gross of post-its related to UGNX.
These days, I’ve accrued enough injuries and symptoms of old age that I can no longer change tires, and I was never very good at household repairs. My high school, back in the early 1970s, was college oriented, and I succumbed to the song of the Sirens.
Agree with Jim. So glad I grew up around real men, valuable experience and wouldn’t trade it for anything. Shop class was not offered to girls when I went to school. I am able to maintain my vehicle and diagnose problems (above my skill level to fix) and give my mechanic a heads up. Fix minor things at the house and know when I need to call in a skilled person. Yes I can cook, sew and can food but would rather be outside or in the garage tinkering. What’s wrong with me, hahaha
There isn’t anything wrong with you. I could never get real enthused about “girly” stuff. I was fortunate enough to have parents who didn’t make a big deal about which tasks were for the boys and which were for the girls. As a result, my brothers are just as comfortable in the kitchen as in the garage, and vice versa.
Growing up my brother with four sisters had to clean the house and we took turns completely planning, cooking and clean up of the family dinner. We sure had to help with laundry and when canning season was in swing, canning with the best of them. There was no gender difference in our family as far as chores went.
Canning, skills I wish I’d grown up with
I go on the adage that I learned from Robert Heinlein: “Specialization is for insects.”
Men can and should be able to do household chores and women should be able to do “powderpuff” mechanics. I don’t expect to have them an expert in all things, it is sufficient to be a JOTMAN to get by, and is a helluva survival trait as well!
Most readers of this blog are JOTMANs, most of us are either proficient or extremely skilled in two, three, or more disciplines. I happen to be skilled in about 7 different ones, can mess around in most of the rest, and can do meatball surgery if called upon (God forbid!).
We on this blog are the Survivors, Sheepdogs, Git-er-done kinda people. Man, if we all got together we could declare ourselves a separate country and curbstomp most militaries that tried anything funny with us…
Frightening, innit?
Jack of all trades master of none myself. Good onya
I have seen your hand shakes Igor… I would be quite apprehensive with you holding a scalpel. Even with my MS, my hands are rock steady, I hope I never lose that. I am much like you, I have two or three “specialties” that I exceed well, dabble and knowledge of others that would useful in a less then comfortable environment.
The Loser should be sucking its thumb instead of sticking its finger up its nose.
Graduated HS in the early 70’s. Shop class was the highlight of my school years. To this day, I use certain experiences I learned from shop class. Woodworking, Welding, Automotive, Electrical, and much more. I’m 70 now and still remember to put my safety glasses on now when needed. Got my knuckle wrapped too many times in the past by Mr Igor the shop teacher.
I wouldn’t make it as a shop teacher nowadays, I’d have the kids in a corner sucking their thumbs. I don’t mix chuckleheads and power equipment, it results in having to replace too many tools and too many chuckleheads…
Thumbs, pushaaw, they would be crying for their momma
The Old Man split when I was 5 or 6 Lucky for me my Grandfather had a farm a half mile down the road. I spent most of my childhood working on the farm. I knew my wrench sizes before I mastered the ABCs. I helped clean stalls, feed the animals , bale hay , fix fence, cut firewood ,,and drive tractors . I was driving a John Deere 70 at 8 years old . We worked hard , but we also ate well and also got to hunt and fish .Grandma had a garden and a cellar full of Mason jars packed full of good stuff . Its too bad the small farms are fading away its a good way to grow up .
Envious, good onya. They will start coming back soon.
My home schooled grandson, is taking shop and mathematics, mornings, at the local high school. Keeping a weather eye…