Are the kids snowflakes?

 

Are the kids snowflakes?

Yes, in some ways some of them probably are.

Yet some of their parents have been kidulting and maybe the sins of the parents are being visited on their children and grandchildren.

No doubt in many ways the lives of the little dears are pampered and protected with cotton wool. But they also face somewhat different challenges.

There have been no golden ages.

But 1950 was a bit simpler. You could leave school early and quickly get a decent job with honourable work and reasonable pay. Or you could go to university for free with no debt.

Arguably there was less freedom for self-expression. But perhaps it was a bit of a relief that there was a much more coherent and common vision of the good, the true and the beautiful. There was less pressure to invent, discover or curate some wonderful version of your individual genius. Not everyone always lived up to the standards or society, or even their own standards, of course, but there was more residual culture of Christendom in which one knew what a woman was, and so on. The project of life may have been more limited for many, but perhaps it was also less overwhelming and baffling.