My dad who is generally a nice bloke has got pretty self righteous about this since he retired (aged 52) claims that he worked 'hard all his life' my mum can be pretty bad in that respect too.
He got shit A-levels (One E, one fail and an N) Although he did get a B in general studies as he never ceases to remind me.
Trained to be a teacher (on a full grant) and bought a house with my mum straight after qualifying, along with getting married. (Both of which my grandparents made significant financial contributions to)
Spent the next 30 years doing the bare minimum - home by 4:30 every night and asleep in the armchair by 5pm, usually with his coat still on. Still drifted through, made a decent living.
Retired at 52 on the grounds of efficiency of the service on a generous final salary pension. Topped it up for a few years with the odd day of supply, before deciding it wasn't worth the hassle. He looks younger and younger each time I see him and no bloody wonder, he's had nearly 10 years of doing naff all, day after day and he's not even of pensionable age yet.
To my mind, this isn't a life of hard work and struggle, but one of almost unbelievable cosseted luxury. One that I won't be able to sustain thanks to the selfishness of their generation.
I wouldn't dream of asking for the handouts that they had from their parents - like a deposit for a house - but I could bloody do without the self righteous carping about how they've worked hard for what they've got.
Bloody baby boomers.