We hear a great deal about the rudeness of the rising generation. I am an oldster myself and might be expected to take the oldstersâ€™s side, but in fact I have been far more impressed by the bad manners of parents to children than by those of children to parents.
Who have not been the embarrassed guest at family meals where the father or mother treated their grown-up offspring with an incivility which, offered to any other young people, would simply have terminated the aquaintance? Dogmatic assertions on matters which the children understand and their elders donâ€™t, ruthless interruptions, flat contradictions, ridicule of things the young take seriously â€“ sometimes of their religion â€“ insulting references to their friends, all provide an easy answer to the question â€œWhy are they always out? Why do they like every house better than their home?â€ Who does not prefer civility to barbarism?