Trophy Nation

So, David McCollough, Jr., got in trouble for telling a bunch of high schoolers that they aren’t Special.

Fast breaking news flash:  He’s Right, They Aren’t.

In the most basic sense, we are all Special, in that we are all Unique, the sum of a set of experiences and environmental exposures that are characteristic of one person and one person only.  Even identical twins are not truly identical—one is born first and things continue to diverge from there creating two separate living beings who are their own and theirs alone.

Having said that, I do believe children are done an injustice when they are raised to believe not that *Anyone* can be President, but that *They*, the Prodigal Child, will grow up to be President.  Or a Nobel Laureate.  Or the King of Pop.  Or Wealthy.  And that this is somehow guaranteed or likely for the Wanting.  A guarantee that even when fulfilled, has not always turned out that great.

Possibility, options and choices is different than guaranteed comfort, and–by definition–only a few can be “elite.”  As in all things, one wonders if ambitions are truly the child’s, or a manifestation of a parent’s frustrations and disappointments in life.  That the Trophies earned (the big house in the exclusive neighborhood, the high income job, the vacation home, the luxury travel, the expensive cars, the clothes, the lipo, the furniture, art, club memberships, etc) were not enough and the ultimate trophy, the Trophy Child, is now the focus and embodiment of what the parent did not achieve and always ached for simply because it was there to have and was not Attained.

The Trophy Child will have a bigger house, a nicer car, more luxuries, more privilege, more elitism because that is simply the way of things.

To a simpler way of things . . . .

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About missbodie

The Dragon Lady is a life long tea drinker. Her first coffee shops were Big Boy and the Oriental Diner in downtown Milwaukee. She lives in our Nation's Capital with three bicycles and an energetic tabby cat.
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