Where are my DCUM snarky parents

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Wow, have things changed!

I drove by myself, with my dog, to college. Because I had a dog, I rented a room in a house off campus and moved in with three roommates. I called my dad and mom when I arrived, but they didn't make the drive to visit until fall break, because they were working.

I mean, my dad went to college in 1971 and his parents drove him. Then, like now, many freshmen can’t have a car.

I didn't have a car in the 80s and when my parents dropped me off I couldn't wait for them to leave. I was so embarrassed. I didn't want them talking to my new roommates or anything. It was different back then. Or maybe I'm different. We had much less money than anyone else.

[Anonymous]

This gen of kids is different. Parents are closer and more intertwined into their teen's lives than our generation where parents were more hands off. Parents have waited until later to have kids and they want to enjoy their relationship with them and have more resources, and less likely to crank them out in their 20s.

This gen (Gen Z) is less likely to have relationships or want marriage/kids. Their relationship to their parents and siblings may be their only nuclear family and they are not in a rush to move past their parents and they welcome the involvement or helicopter support to some extent.

No one model or gen was "better" just different strokes for different generations of folks.

My own parents were extremely hands off and I'm not close with them to this day. I don't think we're helicopters but we're definitely far closer to and more involved in the lives of our teens than my parents were. And in my own perspective, our family dynamic feels more functional. To each their own I guess.

[Anonymous]

I find it weird to ask for the measurements of the room ahead of time and have the mom get super involved in planning the color scheme, decor, etc. My mom did not care two bits about my color scheme and it was fun for me to be able to decorate and plan my room my own for the first time. Also, if something we had brought did not fit (because no one knew the measurements ahead of time), guess what my roommate and I did? Moved things around until we found a solution. It is not brain surgery!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I find it weird to ask for the measurements of the room ahead of time and have the mom get super involved in planning the color scheme, decor, etc. My mom did not care two bits about my color scheme and it was fun for me to be able to decorate and plan my room my own for the first time. Also, if something we had brought did not fit (because no one knew the measurements ahead of time), guess what my roommate and I did? Moved things around until we found a solution. It is not brain surgery!

For some reason, it's the measurements of the room requests that drive me crazy. No one needs to know this down to the inch! You figure it out when you get there!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I find it weird to ask for the measurements of the room ahead of time and have the mom get super involved in planning the color scheme, decor, etc. My mom did not care two bits about my color scheme and it was fun for me to be able to decorate and plan my room my own for the first time. Also, if something we had brought did not fit (because no one knew the measurements ahead of time), guess what my roommate and I did? Moved things around until we found a solution. It is not brain surgery!

For some reason, it's the measurements of the room requests that drive me crazy. No one needs to know this down to the inch! You figure it out when you get there!

Same

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I find it weird to ask for the measurements of the room ahead of time and have the mom get super involved in planning the color scheme, decor, etc. My mom did not care two bits about my color scheme and it was fun for me to be able to decorate and plan my room my own for the first time. Also, if something we had brought did not fit (because no one knew the measurements ahead of time), guess what my roommate and I did? Moved things around until we found a solution. It is not brain surgery!

For some reason, it's the measurements of the room requests that drive me crazy. No one needs to know this down to the inch! You figure it out when you get there!

But would that drive you crazy? It doesn’t affect you.

[Anonymous]

Why would it drive you crazy?

[Anonymous]

Yeah, how would this drive anyone *crazy*? It is a college DORM. It is not a lavish vacation home? They are kids, and they can push furniture around in various combinations to see what works best.

[Anonymous]

Sure but why does it make you crazy that a complete stranger on the internet wants to know the room dimensions? Is someone forcing you to measure dorm rooms? Why do you care?

[Anonymous]

Because I presume most adults have better things to do with their time and resources. Let the kid flex their wings a little bit.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Because I presume most adults have better things to do with their time and resources. Let the kid flex their wings a little bit.

But they aren’t your kids. It isn’t your time/resources. Don’t you have better things to do with your time/resources than dwell on this?

[Anonymous]

Do you have anything better to do with your time other than worrying about why something drives me crazy or not?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Do you have anything better to do with your time other than worrying about why something drives me crazy or not?

But you aren’t driving me crazy. You’re fascinating. As a psych study.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:The yikyak at our school sometimes has screenshots from the parent FB group. All the kids are cringing over these parents. And their names are on the posts!

UVA? My kid asks me about the parent page and seems to know about particular posts so I’m guessing that is where she finds out. I know she is in YokYak.