tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post5943177891783518874..comments2021-10-05T05:24:12.711-07:00Comments on toes over the edge: The Great 20-Something Debateshannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06413088166930550209noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post-12721119517236338942010-09-02T12:43:44.568-07:002010-09-02T12:43:44.568-07:00thank you so much for sharing this, shannon. it ha...thank you so much for sharing this, shannon. it had me thinking about it all night, and inspired a blog post of my own. perhaps i'm biased as one of these irresponsible 20-somethings avoiding growing up, but i tend to think we're all on to something that will make us much happier once we find ourselves at 35 years old, 40 years old, and so on.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169243844181988675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post-24102134520265832692010-09-01T23:30:18.098-07:002010-09-01T23:30:18.098-07:00Bahahaha! I would LOVE to hear from babies regardi...Bahahaha! I would LOVE to hear from babies regarding this topic.... but they're so lazy, all they do is sit there and make weird shapes with their face. They're the ones we should REALLY be concerned about - get a job, lazy baby! <br /><br />In more serious news, maybe I will take your invitation to join the conversation... to my own blog!Ryanhttp://misterrwc.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post-77692924023859288302010-09-01T21:47:29.562-07:002010-09-01T21:47:29.562-07:00Oh how I wish I was sitting next to you talking ra...Oh how I wish I was sitting next to you talking rapidly and incoherently yet you totally following my thought process and engaging discussion.<br /><br />I press on and will struggle to put my thoughts into this tiny comment box. Who is making 20 somethings feel this way? What generation? I imagine my grandmother and middle aged people. But for whatever reason I can't imagine our parents generation. Because we're their babies and they feel responsible? Or they simply understand that recession is a bitch because they too are feeling the affects hard and unexpectedly? <br /><br />I think of my mother who at age 61 is still working and claims she will be working until she is 80. At the young age of 14 she was a candy striper, by 17 she was a registered nurse, was a young gun at UCLA by 19 and working in the hospital setting for over 30 years and now visiting patients in their homes. My point is she has been working a damn long time. She demanded I not get a job until college. "I worked since I was 14 because I had to. You don't have to." So why isn't she retired? She can't. Times are a changin. Long gone are the days of companies paying fat retirement plans and health insurance. My heart breaks for her. She too faces the judgement of prior generations who don't quite understand the dramatically changed landscape. <br /><br />I think of my dad who left the mortgage industry right before the economic meltdown. To find he could not compete in a lackluster job market. He now is employed but working a job that does not utilize his skill level. Times are a changin. My dad is one of many people facing this situation.<br /><br />So maybe thats why my parents specifically wouldn't judge. They get it.<br /><br />And as for me. I'm 24 and employed and on a very exciting career path. It was truly divine intervention that I landed where I did. I get that I am extremely fortunate to stumble upon this opportunity. I shamefully admit I did not truly grasp what I was opening myself up to when I applied, interviewed and got the job. I was simply desperate for an internship to validate my very lacking resume at the time. <br /><br />I have a "to each their own" attitude in regards to the employed, unemployed and nomadic. I encourage my friends to move about and try new things so I can live vicariously through them and have nice places to visit. I can't say I have close friends who have been job hunting incessantly with no luck. I have plenty of friends in professions they can't stand but they are also the most fun to hang out with. They truly make their weekends matter and oh the decadent indulgences that are available with salaried income. I'm blessed to have a variety of lives to engage with. <br /><br />I'll catch up on these articles now. My head will spin I'm sure.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01627228419324401480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post-70781741269397696022010-09-01T19:54:29.999-07:002010-09-01T19:54:29.999-07:00As a teenager in the 60s I remember feeling just t...As a teenager in the 60s I remember feeling just the way you feel now and thinking that I can't wait to grow up....and do what? Meeting and marrying Steve at age 20 was the direction I chose. I can't say it was an option, because I don't remember weighing any other options. Years later, after I had my kids and we bought a house and had steady jobs, I looked back at the road I took and couldn't imagine a life any different. A different turn and I wouldn't have the babies and grandbabies that I have now. Could I give them up for a different timeline? Not on your life! Until we have the option of those different timelines, the choices we make are the choices we are meant to make. Aunt DonnaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594630330481160093.post-75349047130221875992010-09-01T15:55:39.032-07:002010-09-01T15:55:39.032-07:00I'm interested in the whole kids doing the opp...I'm interested in the whole kids doing the opposite of their parents paradigm. While that's been so cyclical these last few generations, I think all the confusion comes from, this time around, more 20-somethings are doing what their hippie parents did: take their time.<br /><br />Lives are long and are meant to be lived.<br /><br />Also: great post, Shan :)Cameronnoreply@blogger.com