There's truth in this for sure. Being not to the manor born, my kids grew up playing on a low-budget course where the fairway rarely yields fairway lies. The regulars feel they deserve a good lie so the local "rule", more a custom, is to play winter rules year round. Ugh. If there was one thing I kept from my kids it was the idea of winter rules. I made a point to shield their young ears from this horrible corruption. Is there a more corrosive example of entitlement thinking than the idea that in golf one is entitled to a good lie?
As I say to anyone who insists on rolling their ball before a shot at my little course: "if you want a perfect lie in the fairway go pay $6,000/year for a membership over at the National! For $650/year, play it where it lies!"
Of course, there's nothing like a bout of righteous indignation to the get the blood going. But on further reflection, I find myself pondering the "entitled lie" mentality a bit more. If giving yourself a little better chance to make a pleasing shot is the price for you to choose to contribute that $650 to the success of our little venture, to get you out here in the rain to fill out a 90 year old tournament, or fatten the weekly skins pot, or to keep those $2.50 beers moving out of the cooler, to make the rest of us laugh and smile a little more, if "permission" to puff that lie up is part of the bargain to keep an important part of our little community fabric together, I think that's worth it.
Like Annie said: "honey, every girl deserves to wear white". And, maybe if she chose to worship at the house of golf instead of baseball, she'd also say we all deserve to have the ball sit up a bit, even if, especially if, paying for the luxury of a thick greensward and a maintenance staff to keep it so isn't ever going to be in the cards.