“But there’s still rage inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare. I can’t control myself” ~Animal I Have Become/Three Days Grace
I usually don’t say anything, nor do I usually rant. When I’m mad, I eat carbs. I don’t vent, whine, or complain. Usually.
This time, however, I can’t keep my fingers off of the keyboard. I am incredulous, shocked, taken aback, and dumbfounded by the feeling of entitlement of our young people…thanks to an episode of ABC’s Shark Tank.
As I am spending another exciting Saturday night working (this time preparing my book— insert shamless plug here— for the Kindle), I listened to a few episodes of Shark Tank on Hulu.com while I formatted away.
In this particular episode two college girls approached the sharks about funding their peanut butter company. One girl said she has just 12 hours of classes a week and had been promised funding for $50,000 from her parents (they were seeking an additional $50,000 in funding from one of the sharks). Together, the girls presented a cute little package of 20-year-old easy-going spark…until they opened their mouths and said the one fatal thing that set me off: “We’ve worked hard. We deserve this.” Whaaaaaa? Deserve this? Deserve this?
My head just spun around like The Exorcist.
“Young little missies, you deserve nothing. You’ve earned nothing. You are entitled to nothing.”
And yet they got everything.
So here comes my rant. I write. I design printed materials. I program HTML. I market. I train clients. I teach Spinning. I photograph rock stars. I run a t-shirt company that benefits charity, and I’ve just started a nonprofit. I work sometimes upwards of 20 hours a day in front of my computer when on deadline. I have no support, no help, no family (except my cousin, who helps keep me sane), no new clothes, a 12-year-old van, a 6-year-old Mac, and tight shoulders. But most of all, I am a single mother of two wonderful teenagers that I feed, take to school, pick up from school, help with homework and projects, shop for, and spend whatever free time I can find with. I sleep very little, exercise too much (it’s one of my jobs), eat too many crackers, and not enough chocolate.
I wrote a book (released a few months ago) while living in a home plagued with environmental issues, braving terrible headaches and memory lapses. I finished said book while suffering excruciating pain from a back injury so bad I could barely move (I was still teaching classes and training clients, somehow, even though I could not even put my own shoes on). I spend whatever time I should be sleeping marketing this book, which I hope will help people get healthier, fitter, happier and enjoy their lives more. (It’s 01:04 a.m. and I am just finishing up my “Kindle prep” for the night.)
And yet —despite everything I do and everything I do not have—I would never, ever say I “deserve” to be handed anything because “I’ve worked hard.”
Really? Deserve??? Argh! Girls, you’re 20. You’re cute. You sleep in. You hang out. You don’t have kids. Your parents take care of you. You go to school 12 hours a week. Deserve? Come on!
Do you know what? Barbara Corcoran of Shark Tank gave them their money. These young girls with no real world experience were taught nothing except they are entitled to anything they want. Does no one say “no” to young people anymore?
Thanks a lot, Shark Tank. I’m so mad I won’t be able to sleep. And I “deserve” a little shut eye. Heh.
Oh well. Onward. Done with my first rant. Hey, that felt pretty darn good…
P.S. I started to feel like that yelling dad in the Twisted Sister video (“We’re Not Gonna Take It!”) when I wrote this. YouTube it. It’s funny.