I feel dirty after reading this. As if I spoke to an older person who instead of having a conversation with me and asking me how I'm doing and what I'm doing and where I'm going - sat me down and gave a talk on how I OUGHT to live my life, citing numerous examples of people who've 'made something of themselves'
In other words, instead of meeting me half way, there's an aura of 'here's how the people I look up to lived their lives, now you go and do the same.'
It's gross.
The last line sums it up - "Those are the people we want to be."
We? Since when does the author feel he's so much better than everybody else, that he feels qualified to tell the readers of the NYTimes what they want to be?
This self-help nonsense is completely out of control. Folks are struggling to feel financially secure and a million writers/public speakers, etc have cropped up, explaining how you just need to do X to make that go away.
Not really, nothing is going to make the feeling of 'I am expendable' go away when it is true, except being delusional. People are eating it up of course but please...
In other words, instead of meeting me half way, there's an aura of 'here's how the people I look up to lived their lives, now you go and do the same.'
It's gross.
The last line sums it up - "Those are the people we want to be."
We? Since when does the author feel he's so much better than everybody else, that he feels qualified to tell the readers of the NYTimes what they want to be?
This self-help nonsense is completely out of control. Folks are struggling to feel financially secure and a million writers/public speakers, etc have cropped up, explaining how you just need to do X to make that go away.
Not really, nothing is going to make the feeling of 'I am expendable' go away when it is true, except being delusional. People are eating it up of course but please...