M Mizzi, Ocean Shores
Carlos Gutierrez, (Letters, yesterday) is one of those naive souls who believes that kids will do as their parents tell them. What a laugh. I wonder what his childhood was like?
Every weekend I see the young ’uns out there, fully loaded before they hit town ready to paarrteee like it’s the end of the world. These kids want action, debauchery, sex, smoking, good times and hard loud vibes to dampen the obvious emptiness of their sad little consumer souls. They type away on their iPhones and assorted gadgets arranging meet-ups, finding where the best party is going down and lining up exploits that make their parents’ lives seem pedestrian and boring by comparison.
This is the new jet-fuelled Generation Y – and nothing and no-one will get in their way when a good time beckons, least of all parents. Coupled with expensive clothing, designer shoes and money to burn, (maybe the parents have a weapon there) these kids, all prematurely matured beyond their years, are the product of the world baby boomers have created, the one where everything is a ‘right’ and any limits to these rights is a new reason to rebel.
You reap what you sow and the harvest ain’t too pretty when you see it spewing its guts out after too many cocktails, nor are the associated alcohol-fuelled fights on the main streets of town.
But then Dan Murphy’s reserves its right to supply brain-deadening toxic poison to its valued customers…
