This isn’t a columnist drumming up attention to something he feels moderately passionate about. I am, in an old-school, Public Enemy sort of way, militant. I can’t stand the increasing number of parents who feel the need to ensure their kids’ success, without knowing what success actually means.
Here’s what I want:
A. My kids to be happy.
B. My kids to be giving.
C. My kids not to work in any sort of stock trading industry.*
Otherwise, we’re good.
* I’d also prefer they’re not hookers, drug dealers or cattle farmers.