A Certain Sense of Entitlement

A 6 year old boy wearing an Independent skateboarding logo on his t-shirt. Cool, right? In the top carriage of the F train, his mother holds him up for 3 stops, for him to look out the last window to see what’s coming. Then she puts him down, and I realise he can see for himself.

While holding him, she doesn’t stop saying “do you see his arm (the driver)? Do you see his backpack?” She is continually stimulating, cajoling, prodding – it reminds me of high power nannies I’ve seen in Park Slope who feel the need to constantly “entertain” their charges, almost with a sense that they’re afraid of the kids they’re looking after.

“What comes after 4th Avenue?”

“I don’t know.”

“7th Avenue.”

Maybe the kid has a learning issue, but he doesn’t seem to. It might be more an issue of – not control, rather giving birth in one’s late 30s, early 40s. But it doesn’t just seem to be gratitude for her son: there’s a Park Slope high-poweredness to it that causes migraine in those without kids: an enabling into entitlement.

This kid seems normal still, but God help us, by his 10th year,  as he walks the aisles of Park Slope Food Co op, I suspect we’ll be hearing, “can we have sushi for lunch today, Mom? Is that muffin vegan?”

See here for evidence that I’m not the only one.

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David McBloglin

My name is David McLoghlin, I am the author of "Waiting for Saint Brendan and Other Poems" (Salmon Poetry, July 2012); I am an Irish poet, writer and literary translator, who currently lives in New York, and blogs about its vicissitudes, while not writing other things, like my 2nd collection. I moved to NYC in 2010 to study at NYU's MFA Program in Creative Writing, from which I graduated in 2012, two months before my book was published. Before moving to the US, I lived in Ireland, Spain, Belgium, France, the USA, and travelled in a variety of countries (including Morocco, Czechoslovakia (when it was that country), Paraguay, Uruguay, Argentina and Norway), whilst engaged in a number of pursuits. Newyorkperistalsis.wordpress.com came about as a catch-all for impressions related to moving to NYC alone: culture shock, in essence, and all her ugly sisters.

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