My grandparents beat the Depression and Hitler and figured out Cornflakes. My parents whipped inflation and defeated Soviet tyranny while washing out a bowl used for Coco Puffs. My generation and my children’s can grow the economy, defeat Daesh, and do it over a bowl of Golden Grahams.

A bowl of cereal is, I am told, too inconvenient for many millennials. One is left with a bowl and there is the trouble of pouring the milk. Now I have no great love for most of the cereal industry, though Peanut Butter Captain Crunch is gourmet eating, but this is, as my grandparents would have said, a sad sack thing.

If cereal is inconvenient, life is going to be hellishly difficult for you.

Today I had to order an Uber to get to the airport. This was a two step process and I also had to carry my bags to the car. When I got to the airport, the phone would not get my boarding pass and so I was forced to paper…paper still with me at this moment with no trash receptacles in view. My laptop battery died so I am writing this on a tablet using buggy Southwest in-flight internet. Southwest required several steps to get online.

This is my first world life with a grown up job.

The longer I teach the more I see students afraid of complexity. Take politics. Nobody belongs to a political party because they agree with everything it does. Having an impact is messy and at the end of the process there is more than a dirty cereal bowl to clean.

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