As a young girl I was infatuated with the Mary Tyler Moore Show. To me Mary was the epitome of successful single womanhood. She showed up in the big city, and her hard work and dedication earned her a great job, respect, and ultimate happiness. The show's theme song gave me hope that one day, with enough hard work and dedication, I could achieve my dream and eventually "make it after all".
Now I'm not so sure. As a college student facing graduation in a year, I've lost my faith in the accessibility of the American Dream. Thus far, I have been fortunate to surpass a large percentage of my peers from high school in my preparation for future success. I'm not still living at home. I did not get married at 18. In fact, I worked extremely hard in school and even harder in athletics so I could get a full-scholarship to a prestigious university and a graduate debt-free. Though even with my over-priced and elite preparation, I still don't feel secure in my future. Like many of my classmates, I have a nagging feeling I will never equal, must less exceed, my parent's accomplishments or financial success. Frankly, I'm terrified to graduate.
As a society that lives in a culture of abundance and opportunity, we are always sensing that the next big break lies just over the horizon with the next job or notable achievement. David Brooks, editorialist for the New York Times, sees America as a nation obsessed and admiring of the rich and famous. He ingeniously discloses that, "None of us is really poor; we're just pre-rich".
What then, you ask, is the American Dream that I am so resolute to achieve? It is not a classic childhood aspiration for movie star status or the obsession with absolute wealth and position. I am much ...