Shame
I have spent a week with the Gen Y late-teenager now and I have managed to put my finger on one of the missing elements.
Shame: at least on the outside he doesn’t appear to have any. God knows what’s going on under the bonnet.
I never imagined that it would be a shame not to have a sense of shame, but it turns out shame is a useful motivating force. Shame on someone, not me.
