Generation Whine - Meet Generation Wine

So, I'm just gonna put this out there.  If you are over the age of 35, you did not whine like your children do. How do I know?  Because you are still around to ask whether you whined like that when you were a kid, and if you did, you wouldn't be!  Let me assure you, if you're over the age of 35 and whined like kids do now, your dad would have smacked you [HARD] and told you to shut up before he really gave you something to whine about...and you, being of sound mind, would have backed quickly out of the room and then made a run for it down the street or to some safer area because -- Dad wasn't kidding!
But now there's all this PC bullshit telling us that we need to "listen" to our children to help them find their own solutions and really learn how to nurture themselves.  Which means that we, as parents, are apparently supposed to sit back and listen to that irritating noise that eventually has us strung out to the point of totally losing it and telling our kids to "shut the fuck up" in our occasional complete breaks from sanity. 
Unless, of course, we have uncorked another bottle.  So, when you've already explained to your kid that you can't understand her because you don't speak Whinese and that Whambulance has come and gone, make your way over to the liquor cabinet and pour yourself a hearty glass of whatever thing your hand lands upon first.  It won't stop the whining but you won't give a shit!