When I’m describing my early years to my children it often feels like I’m talking about a journey made by time machine. At the age of 12 — a child myself — I was babysitting other people’s children. I should not have been trusted to look after a peanut butter sandwich, but concepts like safety were more fluid in those days.
I worked three part-time jobs to put myself through university. One of them was at the fur-coat storage department at Eaton’s, and just try explaining that to young people. “Fur storage” and “Eaton’s” are concepts equally lost in the mists of time.
Only at the Star would a columnist gaslight their own kid.
I am not sure why the authors of the study failed to mention mass immigration’s role in youth joblessness but I have my suspicions.
