But seriously, you're right. I think if we weren't following an incredibly prosperous generation and/or the economy totally tanked Depression style, we'd have some seriously upset young men experiencing housing insecurity marching on the National Mall. But mad at yourself for living at home is a long way from mad at the government because you can't afford a home.
Thing is? 7th grade was 1986 for me. Like, everyone's big brothers and big sisters and older cousins and shit grew up with disco, amyl nitrate, free love and oh-fuck herpes. What did we hot-drop into? Fuckin' AIDS, back when it would kill you immediately and in a really ugly way because oh fuck it might be transmitted through sneezing or some shit Meanwhile, Scarface, the Medellin Cartel, Pablo Escobar, the "crack epidemic" and just say no. It was abundantly clear to those of us who came of age in the late '80s that drugs would totally kill you, sex would utterly ruin your life, and if they didn't the Russians were going to blow us to hell anyway. Now? Now the kids aren't having sex because they're watching too much Netflix? I mean... that's a choice. I paid for college mixing bands in clubs. Everyone I mixed with was in the music industry in the '70s and '80s and I don't care how many groupies tried to blow you in the green room, the '90s and '00s were a pale shadow compared to the hedonism of what came before the Reagan era and we still managed to get laid. I'm COMPLETELY unwilling to believe kids can't get their rocks off because they're like some fuckin' endangered black rhinos that can't get it up with the world watching or some shit. Love finds a fuckin' way. Therefore the problem isn't this mealy-mouthed shit espoused in the article, QED.