Train Wreck

Last night, I was up too late (the boys were sick and not sleeping well), and I flipped mindlessly through the channels.  I stumbled upon a train wreck of a reality show called You're Cut Off.  Essentially, nine extremely spoiled adult brats have been cut off from their benefactors and must change their selfish ways in order to return to their lavish lifestyles.  Holy cow!  I'm supposed to feel *sorry* for these women?  One spent more money in five minutes than I make all quarter teaching two classes.  I notice this princess entitlement trend more and more.  Why does a nine-year-old need a Coach purse?  How many cars does a single girl need?  The father of one woman bought her a Ferrari (with cash) and she wrecked it in the parking lot.  It's an effin' Ferrari; show some respect!  It seems like we are breeding a generation of entitled brats.  Do we think they won't love us if we don't give into every little whim and desire?  We're their parents; they are supposed to hate us a little.  Tough love, man.

I fear my boys will end up with a girl like this.  I hope I can do enough during their lives to keep them grounded.  They see me cleaning and cooking, but also working on the house and working for a living.  We share the simple pleasures without buying the latest and greatest toys.  (Cardboard boxes and plastic spoons make for a fun afternoon.)  They will have chores.  I will teach them how to fend for themselves.  Hopefully, all of this will help them steer clear of the toxics divas out there, ready to clean out their bank accounts and steal their souls.