I know nothing of what this mother went through... I wasn't there... Yes, I do have a seventeen year old that drives me nuts sometimes, but I don't think I'll be looking to divorce him any time soon...
I say to him:
"Son, I would not trade places with you for all the world!"
"Why?" he asks...
"Too much, and too many pressures to have to bear..." I tell him...
I remember a time where there were no personal computers, no Myspace, or Yahoo or whatever. Mind you, I remember the innovation of the microwave oven and a lot of other things. Actually, I remember the first time I saw a plane without a propellor and being amazed that it could stay up there!
There was no brand loyalty stuff. No Nikes, no Reeboks, no American Eagle or Hollister either. None of that. And my friends did NOT get $40,000 cars and trucks, unless day and mummy were (to borrow from Forrest Gump) gozillionaires!
My boy has to contend every day with kids that drive around in Porsches, Mustangs, Hondas and all manner of other shiny new motorized metal with high-dollar price-tags. They come to school in shoes that cost well over a hundred dollars a pair and jeans that run as much as $150 a pair, and live in houses with ornaments that often cost as much as a lot of people's double-wides - land included! And there is the pressure to "have" that comes with it. You're not cool if you don't have all this stuff. Definitely not cool if your Playstation or your X-Box is not at least a Playstation 2 or an X-Box 360, and your games are not the newer, state-of-the-art-3D-sooperdooper-hundred dollar a pop ones that you can play online... High speed, wireless internet of course!
I bought my first car, a 1955 Ford Thames Trader (an English car) for $5 from a recovering drug addict. It was hot pink, brush painted, had a 10 horsepower sidevalve engine and three speeds (on the floor). That car was the love of my life! My second car was a 1952 Ford four door sedan that I bought for $50. I could never decide whether the car was rusty or simply bio-degradable... It, likewise, was a sidevalve, but a huge pulsating (albeit on 4 or 5 cylinders most of the time)V8, its three gears were on the column, and all of them crunched and ground most of the time. By the time I was seventeen I could change oil, tires, and make many repairs on my old clunkers. I could change a clutch out on either vehicle in under two hours, and with limited tools. Life was simpler.
My son - like all other sons these days - wants a car to a value not less than $20,000, and he wants the shoes, clothes, and all the other goodies that all his friends have. And when they are not forthcoming, his life becomes more difficult, especially with his peers.
Tell me, how many people (especially guys) actually notice what kind of shoes other people are wearing? And how often they wear that particular pair of shoes? How many people out there really care if a belt is bought from Wal-Mart or from Old Navy? These kids sure do!
And then there is the "No-muscle." Getting the firm answer "No!" is usually merely a notification for most kids now to turn the screws a little bit tighter... Not go away and not come back whilst mumbling incoherent little mutterings under the breath. Nuh uh! "No" means try again later and try a little blackmail or whatever other useful tool comes to hand!
Ah! Kids! I would not trade places with them to live in the day and age for anything!
Want to blame someone for rotten kids? Try blaming the brand-loyalty gurus that have our kids subscribing to the endless "Must-Have" list for everything from shoes, to jeans, to shirst and jackets, to games and cars and even what kind of music they listen to.
Want to blame something for pouty, gotta-have kids? Blame marketing and parents who bow to pressure from it all...
The kids (and behaviors etc) are a symptom of it all...
This truly is the age of metro-sexuality...