I am already a bit fed up with both ni-ni. That if we are a generation of lazy, that if neither study nor work (what?, I wonder), which ... to hell.
Do you know why I have such anger? Because MEPs lords decided that prefer to travel first to mix with the rest of the tourist mob. Messrs. MEPs to the people with an unemployment rate that has chosen embarrassed. The MEPs who represent the high percentage of young English woman, or are unemployed, or out of the country, or are unemployed and outside the country.
The irony is that the same half day that Twitter gets angry with MEPs, I read the news that Youth Without Future is organized in Spain to protest against the situation where we are and, better yet, my friend Ximena send us an email notifying us of the launch of the site Facebook for marketing your new business online.
Let me list ... a physicist friend who works in the research faculty at a salary far below what he deserves, a philologist who is a piece of auditor of AD after having worked in two hundred things that have nothing to do with his career, a journalist who sells delicious biscuits, probably the best director of my generation that is getting in conduct in advertising (good for him), another communicator who works in advertising, premium finish lawyer who decided to study in Paris and worked as a waitress and a half years and continues to seeking jobs, another lawyer who works, studies, and has gone to live with her boyfriend, with consequent reflection that it sucks being an adult, a chemical engineer who had to go to Holland to work because there was no mucus Asturias ... and those who are studying and allowing the teeth.
NI-NI "WHAT? Or pensions or contributions. Or decent wages or the possibility of starting a short-term future. Neither fixed nor temporary. Neither English nor citizens of the world.
The first to complain about the LOGSE was me. Yes, like the school system taught us to be content with little knowledge, to have easier tests, to overturn all extracurricular activities. Who put that on our plate? Not us. We are children of the generation brought democracy, children of parents much closer to us than our grandparents were of them, children of a generation of love, yes, of love, we put the world at our feet and decided that we deserved better. Children of a system they fell ill as early entry, for being so privileged. Children of political parties that have faded with each other, a terrorism and other lapses which emerged, sons of 90 and stop economic growth. Children of the thousands of television channels that were to appear with the technological changes and we were going to work. Sons or daughters, of idealists who turned their dreams into their jobs and gradually, as pasaban los años, se fueron quemando. E hijos de la crisis.
Si la LOGSE no nos puso en nuestro sitio, no os preocupéis que lo hizo la crisis. Si las prácticas a 400 euros al mes, o el ser becario a los 30 no lo hizo, no os preocupéis que el empezar a trabajar gratis, sí, gratis, para ganar toda esa experiencia que nos exigen en el currículo a la generación más preparada de la historia, lo hizo. Si la Generación X no fue lo suficientemente despreciada por tener crisis de identidad, o la Y por pertenecer a las nuevas tecnologías, la Ni-Ni ha sido insultada, maltratada y abucheada por muchos que nos llaman niños de papá. Los niños de papá siguen levantando ONGs, los niños de papá went to clean the Galipot Galicia, father children 12-M came out on the street screaming, children from father voted for someone who promised much and not only came to naught, as Obama (for many corporations have to face idealists to rule the world), but became his worst enemy, reforming the economy and sinking a little more excited these years they thought they were going to eat the world. And, with which it is falling, trying to.
As I reread the Ni-Ni on a generation that, despite all the financial difficulties, not only is opening a hole in the country, but in the world (not nation is that we stay small is that we were very large) ... ride back to Madrid myself a demonstration at the Moncloa.
And in economy class on Iberia flight from that are much more than the short hours from Madrid to Brussels.
Enough!
PS: Become business friends of my friend Ximena on Facebook: Domina! On Line Marketing .
PS II: More Bullets here.
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