The Destruction of Generation Z.

It might take a village to raise a child, but God forbid if you actually attempt it with your friends’ kids in North America.

Parenting in the new Millennium seems to have taken on the Three Monkeys approach: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

More parents have become myopic helicopters hovering over their children’s playgrounds, test scores and job interviews. The result? You can’t swing a selfie-stick without hitting an
entitled, self-serving Millennial or Gen Zer who is in no way ready for the real world. Basically, our generation is fucking over our children’s generation – all in the name of “supportive” parental love.

I never thought I’d become that dinosaur.  “Back in the day…” if any of my parents’ friends saw me fucking up, I’d get called out on it and after I took that deserved tongue lashing, I’d then get to tell my parents what I’d done.

Now? Our village is more apt to speak up about strangers’ kids than our friends’ kids. When a child’s safety is in question? Folks mobilize. That kid left in the backseat – the child teetering on the edge of the sea wall? Emergency Services are called and the parents are virally shamed. But with friends’ kids? When their kid is behaving abominably, when they themselves are sucking at their job? Surreptitious, eye-rolling silence. You don’t mess with
friends’ parenting. It’s the unspoken rule. You bite your fucking tongue until it bleeds.

Why not? Why can’t we tell our best friend that their kid is a whiny asshole? In the nicest way possible, of course. Why aren’t we speaking up? Why do we not call out our friends’ bad parenting choices – when they allow their 7-year-old to take them hostage at the grocery store because they don’t want to cause a public scene? When they do their kid’s homework so that little Morgan gets her ‘A’?

Isn’t it our job as parents to raise contributing and functional members of society? Can’t we help each other do that? We’re not supposed to be their best friends, we’re supposed to teach them NOT to be dicks. For every pair of autonomous young adults, it seems as if there are three more absolutely clueless entitled assholes beside them. 

So, no, your kid doesn’t get a ribbon just for showing up. Mediocrity isn’t something that should be celebrated. Progress? Definitely. If your kid started off not understanding the mechanics of a cartwheel and can now do a cartwheel? Hell yeah, applaud that shit!

Having a cell phone active in class is not a requirement. Your kid is in school, learning – if it’s an emergency the office will contact her! Didn’t you see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?

Please don’t call to debrief with potential bosses when your kid fails at a job interview. You’re ensuring that they will NEVER be considered for employment. Don’t text your 19- year-old every five minutes while they are at their summer job – they are fully capable of
putting in a full day’s work without communicating with you. Gen X spent hours, entire DAYS out of contact with our parents, and most of us are still alive.

Kids need to fail to thrive.

They really do. Failure will help them learn. They need to be able to regroup on their own. Allow them the opportunity to make mistakes in safe ways, like not studying for a quiz and roiling in the “12% OF MY FINAL GRADE!” panic when they get that D+. Sure, you can
proofread their essay, but don’t rewrite it for them. They can do it. I promise you. Kids are resilient. They’re smart. They can multi-task, plan and figure shit out. They’re the future – please, for the love of all that’s holy in the universe – don’t fuck it up for all of us.