I'll post what I did on the site where I pulled that link from.

It is because that is how parents are raising kids (a lot of them) with mine! mine! mine! attitudes and "I don't have to work for it because it's going to be handed to me" syndromes.

At the dinner table, do they talk about global warming, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the floods in Pakistan, the financial problems of Greece? No. There are no kids at the dinner table and probably no parents. The son's off playing sports, the daughter's off doing drugs with friends and oohing and awwing over Lindsay Lohan, Dad's bored with the whole shit and Mom's at her Art Club. If they're even still married. And there you have the descent of the middle glass into the doldrums of nothinghood.

No offense to parents/grandparents with kids who play sports. THAT is not the problem. The problem is they don't sit down together to talk and have quality time.

I'm I remember in in a John Wayne movie, McLintock! where he is a wealthy cattle baron, that he takes his daughter aside and tells her when he dies, the land is going to become a Natural Preserve and that instead, he's leaving her a hundred acres and a few head of cattle so she can have the same type of experiences he had with her mother, to grow together through struggle. Not a bad attitude.

When I was growing up, my parents worked hard and long hours. My sister and I learned to cook by calling relatives and asking them how to fix this and that. We'd fix dinner and Mom and Dad would come home and we'd all eat together and talk and then Mom and Dad would leave and go back to work and get home maybe by 9 or so. We didn't have much time but it was quality and it was family. We learned to value hard work and damn well knew it wasn't going to be handed to us. Growing up was a scary business because we were going to have to take care of ourselves. Where's that driving fear now?