Just get over yourselves already.

I don't care if you were here before me or that you waited for a year for this job, or that you went to college and then grad school and have 12 degrees that qualify you for this job, but I deserve it more than you because I was born a Gatsby.  It doesn't matter to me that you worked on this project for hours and got a B+ on it; I was at the mayor's housewarming party and took my yacht out to impress the girls and didn't have time to finish all of mine, but I deserve an A.  You think this is entitlement? I'll tell you what entitlement is: you believe that since you went to Africa and taught tribes about healthy ways to care for themselves, you deserve to become the next President of the United States.  I don't think so, sister.  I deserve to be the next Prez because my daddy has money.  I don't care that there are children dying of thirst or of health problems because their water is filthy; I refuse to drink tap water because I'm better than that and my special stomach can't handle all the minerals in it.  Mom, you can't take away my brand new Hummer!  I need it to keep my social standing with all the other kids whose parents live in Beverly Hills!