A moan from a thirty something.

In yesterday’s Times there was an article about the plight of the 20-30 something who finds him or herself facing an uncertain future other than the prospect of having to pay a lot of tax to keep mum, dad and grandparents above the breadline.

The article is simplistic and resembles the sort of moan more associated with the 50 plus (me in particular) but it does capture the of feelings that I think will become more prevalent.

This extract gives a feel of the article’s sentiment.

“The fact is that the group now in its thirties is living a cliché it never thought it would. After the dreamlike twenties we are sandwiched between young children and ageing parents, burdened with mortgages and fears about the decline of civilised life. And we cannot trust the institutions that once served our parents well. In my part of London, the local maternity unit is so overstretched that new mothers have been turned away to have their babies, in terror, on the kitchen floor. The neighbouring streets are clubbing together for private security to replace the non-existent police.

We are, undoubtedly, a generation that must be self-reliant. But if we can’t depend on anyone else for anything, we might just start to ask why anyone should depend on us.” Dick Stroud.