It’s shocking idle young brats won’t get out of bed for less than £40k but I know exactly what’s to blame
IF I’d told my parents in the 1990s that I couldn’t be bothered to get a job unless I was paid the equivalent of £40,000 a year, I can imagine their reaction.
And it would not have been pretty.
Even my friends would have thought I was a jumped-up little madam who had lost her mind, because back then, getting your first job wasn’t about the money.
It was about getting your foot on that first rung of your career ladder. Now, it isn’t.
This week, House of Lords peers visibly gasped when an employment adviser told how kids are now “on the internet 24 hours a day, and don’t want to work for anything less than £40,000”.
I was horrified when I heard that figure too. What a generation of entitled upstarts.
Graham Cowley was giving evidence to a government inquiry into why there are almost a million 16 to 24-year-olds not bothering to work or study.
Easy buck
There are now so many of them not in employment, education or training that they have been given the acronym Neets.
How absolutely gruesome.
And it’s shocking to me that they don’t want to get a job and make something of their lives unless they are earning such an unrealistic salary.
But is it any wonder, when they are on the internet 24 hours a day and often getting influenced by influencers who wouldn’t get out of bed for less than £40,000 a month, never mind a year?
They are seeing how you can make an easy buck with no real work, training or qualifications.
They are seeing their peers being chucked money for wearing a thong on a Dubai beach or flashing their new eyelashes. That must make the average kid quite jealous.
It’s easy money for not much work.
But to sit on your backside sulking while hoping to become the next big content creator or get that dream salary to materialise is just madness.
My generation lived in the real world when we started out. It is the only one we had.
We knew that £40,000 a year didn’t happen with a click of an influencer’s fingers.
Allowing these deluded youngsters to live off the Bank of Mum and Dad only encourages them to wait for that luxury salary
Jane Atkinson
My first job at 18 had a £6,700 salary, which is about £18,000 in today’s cash, at a news agency in Darlington.
Not very glamorous or lucrative, but I remember the exact figure because I was proud of that wage, that I was able to pay for my own flat and car.
Kids now don’t seem to realise that a proper job can give self-worth, pride, achievement and respect — regardless of the salary.
It can be good for your mental health. With youngsters turning their noses up at starter salaries it is unsurprising that so many are suffering from depression.
We also had the stumbling block of our parents’ expectations to deal with. Mr Cowley told the inquiry he believes kids should be taught again that “you need to put a shift in to get what you want in life”.
I agree. And that is their parents’ job. I find it baffling they are not getting this life lesson.
Deluded youngsters
The Lords responded to Mr Cowley’s statement, with one saying young people “are not stupid” and have actually decided “it’s more comfortable to stay in the house than it is to go and try and find your way through life” on low pay.
Unless they are on benefits “the house” for this lazy lot is the one belonging to their parents. Which means their parents are letting them down.
Allowing these deluded youngsters to live off the Bank of Mum and Dad only encourages them to wait for that luxury salary.
And then there is, so importantly, the issue of benefits.
The Government says it is fighting to bring the number of Neets down by helping them get jobs, encouraging studying — and cutting benefits for these workshy, greedy layabouts and scroungers.
This needs to happen. And fast.
When Graham Cowley heard those gasps from the peers on the Lords social mobility policy committee he responded by saying: “You may laugh, but that is the reality.”
And that reality is a tragedy.
FRED’S DOC SO BRAVE
THE torrent of abuse that Freddie Flintoff has received on social media and forums over his documentary about his Top Gear crash is cruel, nasty and wrong.
The former cricketer is being slated for his “sob story” and slammed for taking a £9million compensation payout, even though the cash came from insurance policies, not licence fee payers’ pockets.
If anyone deserves criticism here it is the BBC, not him.
Freddie says they pushed boundaries with their driving stunts and used him like a “piece of meat” to boost viewing figures instead of thinking of his safety.
Former Top Gear host Steve Berry has since revealed he was told to keep quiet about a crash he suffered while filming the show.
Fellow ex-host Richard Hammond once warned about safety issues and weeks before Freddie’s crash, presenter Chris Harris said someone could be killed if safety procedures weren’t tightened.
Freddie nearly was. He now knows he was stupid to get in that car.
But many employees fail to do the right thing when they are scared for their job.
I wish he had given some of the documentary cash to charity. But he wasn’t stupid for doing the film in the first place, he was brave.
And if that bravery saves just one boy racer from an accident behind the wheel of a car in the future, that can only be a good thing.
PATSY IS JUST RUDE
SINCE being booted off Celebrity Big Brother, Patsy Palmer has been a tricky interviewee.
Presenters AJ Odudu and Will Best were met with a stony silence when they brought up Mickey Rourke and the broccoli incident in the house.
Brave Lorraine Kelly still invited the stony- faced EastEnders star on to her chat show, and managed to cover up the silence with her lovely, trademark giggle.
Patsy took to social media afterwards, writing: “There’s nothing awkward about silence. It says it all!”
Unless you’re doing a live interview, Patsy, and then it just says you’re rude.
A BALL ACHE
GOOD news for all the women out there who are sick of taking responsibility for the contraception in their relationship.
An experimental male contraceptive has shown promising results in an early trial, remaining effective for two years.
The bad news is it involves having a water-soluble “hydrogel” injected into men’s sperm ducts, preventing sperm from mixing with semen. Ouch.
Now, there’s zero chance of your average man rushing round to their GP for that.
FLO AND BEHOLD
FLORENCE PUGH certainly made sure she grabbed our attention at the premiere of her new Marvel film Thunderbolts, squeezed into the tiniest leather bra and skirt number.
It was eye-catching for all the wrong reasons – and I’m pretty sure she had her top on back to front.
It looked as though she had borrowed the outfit from someone half her size.
SEEING Pope Francis’s close friend Sister Genevieve Jeanningros quietly sobbing as she said her final goodbye to him on Thursday was a reminder that the late Pontiff was also just a man who had friends, family and loved ones.
And it highlighted just how disgusting all those people were who said they had come to mourn him but actually stopped for a tacky selfie as they passed his coffin.
Finally, the Vatican asked people to stop taking photos.
You would think that some things really shouldn’t need to be said.
I HATE being told what to do. And despite the boss at the biscuit factory where McVitie’s chocolate digestives have been made for the last 100 years saying that we should eat them with the chocolate on the bottom, I won’t be turning mine the other way up.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody who eats them with the chocolate facing down.
It makes them look like a boring digestive. And that takes all the fun away.
PADDINGTON the musical is coming to the West End. Which could be amazing.
But according to its creators, the plan is for this show to be less of the marmalade sandwiches type of fun, and more about exploring “the politics of Paddington” and honouring the fact he is a refugee. Cheery.