Combating affluenza in the modern field. (The mall)
While discussing the beauty and craftsmanship of a bolero jacket and how awesome the crushed satin roses were, my kid begins to tilt her head and stare at the ceiling when suddenly she has an epiphany and she says to me all glassy eyed with her mouth hung wide, "OH, MY GOSH!!" The stuff that we have at home is crap! And even our food is crap! (Referencing the Velveeta debacle and her brothers hot dog addiction.) I never knew! (Me thinking, "Yeah, so, welcome to the real world, it's been here waiting for you all along.") Those tweeds, herringbone, and houndstooth patterns with crepe silk roses have awakened within my daughter a disgruntled teen and the last time I 'd seen such an awakening was when Frankenstein came alive with a dose of electro shock therapy . (He turned on the person who had created him as well.)
Personally, I believe that in more cases than not, a person is asked to chose between giving their lives to God and embracing a life with less or living a life lived for yourself and full of "things". Of course this is a general rule and not a hard and fast one as I've known Catholics who can have it both ways though there aren't very many.
I have a few antidotes for affluenza, one is to fold your height in laundry at Catholic charities, two would be another road trip to see how people really live and three someone's gonna find herself working in a soup kitchen.
*Disclaimer. Our activity director has taken superb care of his family and we though we live simply, we're happy -except for my one teen.