Why I’m Ashamed to be a Millennial
A lot has happened this past week in the world- Turkey shot down a Russian jet, German Syrian refugees have now decided they want to choose where they get to live; Saudi Arabia has decided to decapitate 50 people in a single day; the Middle East continues its downward spiral to oblivion; American college students now demand safe spaces on campus.
What exactly is a safe space?
Well, according to the New York Times its “an expression of the conviction, increasingly prevalent among college students, that their schools should keep them from being ‘bombarded’ by discomfiting or distressing viewpoints.”
Further, these bastions of everything that’s wrong with the current American college generation exist so that when a student does hear something troubling, they’ve somewhere to recuperate. Safe spaces are equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets, and counselors.
In 1944, 18-year-old Americans jumped from airplanes, ran onto beachheads, and killed a ton of Axis soldiers.
Want to guess what they did after that?
They went home and went on with their lives, had kids and then they had kids, who became the mockery of American citizenship that is our current college-aged population.
For the most part, the most outspoken advocates for these safe spaces seem to be those from Ivy-League institutions.
Granted, these infants only make up a small part of the college populous, I find it incredibly disheartening that in today’s day and age a grown adult demands to be so sheltered. These kids are someday going to go into the real world, and they’re in for a rude awakening.
Of course it isn’t just the fault of these kids; their parents have absolutely failed them. For most of us, I don’t think it’s even possible to imagine an upbringing that would produce such a self-entitled, hypersensitive human being. And that’s before taking into account the fact that most people reading this have served in the military.
Many of us gave up our later teenaged years to serve this country; sure, we got the GI Bill and some other benefits in return, but they were written into our contracts and we sure as hell never demanded anything more. To be frank, to thing about how while we were in war zones, there were kids who needed to go blow bubbles because they found something a professor said upsetting makes me sick to my stomach.
We wonder why our nation keeps slipping behind in all sorts of different fields and measurements; well this is part of the problem. We need to stop coddling children to the point where they become infants again. In college you aren’t a three-year-old who’s been scared by a monster you saw on TV, you’re a fucking adult, and it’s time we started making students act like it.