People ask me when I write.
Well, now seems a good a time as any….5:00 am.
I’ve been thinking about my generation.
You know, sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Sometimes in that order.
I’m not sure how many years makes a generation, I prefer to look at it from the view point of people old enough to be my parents having kids, and then us having kids and our kids having kids. Hope this clarifies things.
I always thought my generation was a step down from my parents. My father stood when women left the room. He offered his seat, he never swore in front of my mother. Cool stuff like that. None of this social finery diminished women in any way, shape or form, but some of our generation got the wrong idea. Someone somewhere a long the line decided that women were equal and could find our own seats, open our own doors, etc. I think the men of my father’s generation treated women with more respect than any generation since..
Not sure what burning your bra or getting tattoos has to do with equal rights but it has certainly become an issue these days. The turbulent, troubled sixties brought a lot of changes to the way society functioned. That’s when it began to become totally dysfunctional. Let’s, just for fun, blame casual sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll on things.
Oh, and permissiveness.
Were my parents more permissive?
I think not.
Maybe they had more to give.
They were great at saving money, doing without and demanding we get a good education. and they hated our music, maybe with good reason. I still think however, we had the best music, and it changed the course of history.
So, we grew up and gave birth to the next generation. Well, not me, but a lot of people did. Enough for there to be a next generation. And something in the Universe shifted. Big Time!
We had less to give, overall, but were more permissive.
Suddenly, genders were not only equal, they became interchangeable. Anyone who gave birth in the 80’s must remember this. Boys, girls, all the same stuff, you could now mold them to be what you wanted. No more girls playing with dolls, boys with trucks. Shouldn’t matter. After all, a kid was something you could nudge in whatever direction you wanted. Right?
Girls still preferred dolls over cars for the most part and boys preferred trucks.
As our generation became more…well…let’s say mature for the sake of argument….we began to realize there was in fact a difference and we began, once again to relax a bit about it. It was okay, after all if girls liked dolls, and boys liked trucks and vice versa, and maybe even none of the above. We were more tolerant than our parents in some respects, but not as wise either. But we still insisted our music was better.
In walks next generation, whoever they may be and they are definitely a step up from ours now that they are old enough to give birth to the next generation. They’ve grown up in a more tolerable society, they have more money than we did at that age, aren’t as apt to wear jeans everywhere like we still do, but they are more likely to be sporting tattoos, have their ears covered with head sets, and they seem more polite in many ways than our vulgar, take this job and shove it generation.
I’ve seen some great kids come from people so dysfunctional, I’m surprised they even had the brains to procreate. Not that it really takes any. Yes, for the most part a definite step up from our generation. What they lack in common decency, they make up for in common sense.They are not in a big hurry to get married or have kids, they are more focused on getting a house and making their first million by the age of 30. Our generation didn’t seem to be that ambitious. And it’s caught up to us, hasn’t it? Oh Yes. It has. We tended to get a dog after we had kids, they prefer to get the dog first.
They don’t have the luxury of jobs to choose from like we did, but they are better at self-starting and running their own companies. What they think of us is another thing. Not much, I imagine. We, the Greatest Generation, turned out to be the most dysfunctional. Must have been all the loud music, and pre-marital sex, and maybe even the drugs. And it was definitely the permissiveness.
It seems this next generation has the fortitude to rain in our generation, while offering us seats on the bus and chiding our choice of fashion. They certainly don’t want to dress like us. Who can blame them? Maybe some of them like our music, but still, given a choice prefer their own.
Well, one thing still stands.
Our music was the best! And so were our movies.
This next generation, however talented they may be with all things techy, have no concept of what real music sounds like, lack imagination when it comes to movie plots and scripts and I’m not sure what kind of writers they are, not sure I want to know.
Let’s see how permissive, tolerant and politically correct they are when they have kids, shall we?
On the other hand….maybe, just maybe, I can.
I know something they don’t know….yet.
Human nature doesn’t change, no matter what ‘society’ tends to dictate.