Losers. Get Out of the Fucking House, Get a Job and Get a Life.
“Living at home with my parents allows me to luxuriate in the glamorous lifestyle you see here. No, I’ve never been with a woman, but I can count the change in your purse very fast.”
“A fully-stocked wet bar rests at one end of Jayson Thomas’ living room, a working fireplace at the other.
His bedroom is across the hall from a full bathroom and his beloved music room, where Thomas spins records to entertain friends who are relaxing, socializing and enjoying cocktails.
It’s a typical bachelor pad for a college-educated 30-year-old.
Except it’s his parents’ basement.
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Thomas pays for landscaping and a chimney sweep, but lives rent-free, doesn’t pay for utilities and isn’t asked to chip in for groceries. This allowed him to finish paying his college loans in 2004, build up his savings, and have enough money to indulge his interest in cars and travel. He owns four cars and takes several vacations a year.”
Four cars? How small is this guy’s penis anyways?
While I laud Mr. Thomas philanthropic work, I must deride his lifestyle. Grow up dude.
The article also notes that Hollywood is picking up on this trend- evidenced by the forthcoming TV show “Free Ride” and the movie “Failure To Launch.”
I work with several folks in their early twenties and I have been astounded that they would prefer to live at home in the ‘burbs with their parents rather than live in the city. I mean c’mon, you’re only in your twenties once, and these kids want to waste it in Schaumburg or some other suburban wasteland? I figure I have the rest of my life to rot away in some suburb somewhere-m why would I want to start now? They tell themselves the same things the jokers in this article say: I’m saving money, I’m paying off bills, Mom and Dad really need me at home, blah blah blah. I think they’re just scared. Scared of the big bad city and scared of leaving the safety and security of the nest. I think this trend says as much about the parents as it does about their kids.
I moved home after college for a total of 6 months to: Find a job I wanted and to build savings to move to Chicago. Those were the longest 6 months of my life. For those 6 months, I remained single for one simple reason–“Hey baby, wanna go back to my parents house.” is quite possible the most emasculating sentence in the english language.
When my dad died, I moved home to take care of my mom, who was bed-ridden at the time. Different circumstances and purely out of necessity, and while I would do it again in a heart beat, I still wanted to be in the city.
On each occasion, my parents wanted me to move out–to enjoy myself–and they were so happy for me when I did. Then again, I think my father would have kicked my ass if I ever wore an outfit that stupid, even during Mardi Gras.
Marty, just for the record, I think there is a world of difference between moving home for a short time to get on your feet or for actual family reasons like a death in the family, etc. vs. willfully making a lifestyle choice to eschew the benefits and responsibilities of adulthood by licing at home with the parents.