ziggy29
Moderator Emeritus
What's the matter with kids today?
They won't get off my lawn.
What's the matter with kids today?
They won't get off my lawn.
My Dad('s)... generation also has the longest life expectancy. Mine is slipping downward now and less than theirs.
What this means is, if you are suicidal, overweight or suffer opioid addiction, you are in a different subset of the population than the one which doesn't reflect these characteristics.
But what if you and I are NOT in that subset? I think it means we, as individuals, probably still should count ourselves in the "luckier than prior generations" category.
My dad was in WW2 and had a good paying job in a factory as a tool grinder. By 50 his lungs were so impaired he had to take a disability retirement so I don’t consider that generation especially lucky. He couldn’t walk more than a block and was too sick to travel even though he saved for it.
If you're happy, slim and drug-free, clap your hands - Clap! Clap!
They won't get off my lawn.
It's always fun to blame an entire generation for something.
We never wanted kids, made the decision very early in our relationship. Yes, we were chastised and ridiculed by our family and friends at the time. We Have travelled and enjoyed are lives quite happily without them. You will not find them on your lawns or biting your ankles. We do not regret it either, when we look at how disrespectful some other people's kids are, it just reinforces we made the right decision.
when we look at how disrespectful some other people's kids are, it just reinforces we made the right decision.
I applaud you for your contribution to society.
Some other people's kids are very respectful. Therefore, you clearly made the wrong decision. Or something like that...
The people that worked in factories didn’t fare well because of the lack of safety standards. Later tool grinders wore special equipment. People that worked in offices were healthier I am sure. My mom’s parents had tough lives between WW1, depression, etc. My generation had it a lot better.
I think I am pretty lucky to be a late boomer (1956). Too young for Vietnam and too old for the Middle East.
1956 is not a late boomer. Smack in the middle. We were too young for Vietnam, but not too old for the first Gulf War. And there were plenty of skirmishes along the way too.
1956 here as well. I believe last class to get a lottery number. Although the war was winding down & no draftees were selected. Still remember my number....13
Mine was number 2, and I ended up joining the Air Force anyways.
Wow...not the kind of topper you want. Glad you came back safely. Strange times then
This.
I’m a millennial. I love my generation, I love boomers, I love gen xers. We’re all just humans making mistakes, enjoying triumphs, playing the hands we were dealt. And most are just trying to find happiness and meaning. At least that’s what I’ve encountered in my few years on earth.
Peace!