Ruben Navarette of the San Francisco Chronicle has written an opinion piece about immigration. While I have no desire to go anywhere near that debate on this blog, I did find his statements about Generations X and Y and their inability to perform dirty jobs like farming rather interesting. Here's an excerpt:

But were they to attempt any of it, most members of Generation Y wouldn't last an hour. As a member of Generation X, I'm part of a heartier crew. So I can say that, in my case, I wouldn't last 90 minutes.


I remember seeing an interview with a strawberry farmer who said that, in 25 years of growing the crop, he had never had a single U.S. citizen approach him for a job working in his fields.

So what do you think? Just how soft are the hands of Generation X? I grew a strawberry patch once. It was more patch than strawberry. The hot July moon bore witness to my pathetic little berries. ;)

Photo: "Strawberry Terror"
From Darwin Bell via Flickr with Creative Commons License

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Peter Berkowitz has written a pretty entertaining opinion editorial on the aging of Generation X. It appears in the Louisville Courier (Kentucky). Here is an excerpt:

I've tried to be young. It just wasn't for me. There's not much worse than not knowing what's going on, not knowing who you are, being at the mercy of so many cruel factors — parents, teachers, bosses. I'd rather be old, rich and fat than get really stoned while the Foo Fighters play in a field behind me...Clearly, I didn't peak in my teens. I'm finally happy now, in my 30s. I did what I guess you'd call “settling down.” No more psychodrama romances, no more staying out until 4 a.m. drinking away the pain. Now we have cats...