Showing posts with label Generation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Generation. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Who Is The Real Worst Generation

An oldie but a goodie. Open wide..full plate of unvarnished truth here......

It was the great moment of unbridled truth that laid the foundation for Aaron Sorkin's foray into TV drama. In the pilot episode of The Newsroom, a painfully neutral news anchor, Will McAvoy, played by Jeff Daniels, is prodded during a journalism school panel discussion until he erupts. McAvoy spits out statistics with machine-like precision proving America is not, in fact, the greatest country in the world. It's a great piece of dialogue, the type that Sorkin has become known for, except for one thing: McAvoy's character pauses mid-rant to address the 20-something college student with the naïve question, informing her she is part of, "without a doubt, the Worst. Generation. Ever."




Yes, we want it all--the cars, houses, six figure incomes, and above all, respect and admiration for our unparalleled brilliance--and we don't want to work for it. Helicopter parents, schools, social media, and reality TV are the reason we're so useless at recognizing we're so useless. At least that is what we're told. This "entitlement generation" sentiment has been repeated so often lately that even members of Generation Y (those born after Jan. 1, 1982) are accepting it. As proof, writers and pundits reference studies that survey high school students and college/university freshmen and sophomores (i.e. kids in the high freedom, low responsibility life phase that is conducive to unrealistic expectations).

Forget, however, that these proclamations don't reflect the reality I see among my peer group (20-somethings who hope and expect for little more than an entry level job in their field of study that allows them to pay the unreasonably high rent on their one-bedroom apartment), what they show is a stunning inability or unwillingness by Baby Boomers to recognize an inherent truth about generational greatness, or lack thereof. That being, human nature is relatively stable and, therefore, what determines a generation's worth is necessity and opportunity.

The so-called "Greatest Generation" was such because a depression and world war made greatness a necessity. Their options were, achieve greatness or submit to poverty and fascism. Not a hard decision. But, contrary to Boomers' sense of self-importance, unparalleled opportunity has allowed them to be a decidedly mediocre, or even plain terrible, generation. As Winston Churchill said, "Americans will always do the right thing... after they have exhausted all the alternatives." The same sentiment could be applied to generations.

A generation's merit cannot be determined until it holds economic and political power and can therefore shape the world in its image. For the Boomers, this means they can be judged on what they have achieved since the early '80s. Emerging from that age when education, housing, health care, cars, and energy were easily affordable and high-paying manufacturing jobs were there for those with little education, the Boomers had a head start. As the BBC's Jeremy Paxman said in a Daily Mail critique of his generation, "How you handle good fortune is surely just as important as how you deal with adversity."

Of course, social and economic achievements occurred at the behest of the Boomers; namely, civil rights, women's rights, and the Internet. But this sort of evolution is normal. What matters is what Boomers did with the prosperity and knowledge they inherited.With Boomers at the helm we have seen record high household debt, unaffordable education (particularly in the U.S.), an environment on verge of irreversible damage, three recessions, and two costly wars. Oh, and the 24-hour news cycle that makes any long-term plans to address these problems a political liability.

These are not new phenomena. Previous generations have also ruined the economy, harmed the environment, raised education costs, engaged in questionable wars, and had nonsensical political campaigns. But unlike previous generations, the Boomers had the science, technology, and accessible information to understand the harm they cause. Yet, individuals and governments of the Boomer generation did little to stop it or even mitigate it. After all, when things have been so good for so long, it becomes easy to believe growth is unlimited and problems will either disappear or be solved without sacrifice.

What did the then-most-powerful man advise his generation to do following 9-11? "Get down to Disney World in Florida," George Bush said with a straight face, "Take your families and enjoy life, the way we want it to be enjoyed." Given the circumstances, this could be the defining statement of the Boomer generation. No emergency is so big that it requires sacrifice and self-reflection.

We now live in a world no longer on the brink of turmoil, but in turmoil. We're staring down crisis with the environment, migration, natural resources, and the global economy. Thanks, Boomers.

Generation Y has a job on its hands. Will we become a great generation out of necessity like our grandparents? Maybe. Or will we take the opportunity to move to the suburbs and watch disaster unfold on YouTube? It's certainly possible. But it is too early to tell how Generation Y will respond to necessity and opportunity and far too early to declare, as Mr. Sorkin did, that we are the "Worst. Generation. Ever."

As for the Boomers, they have squandered their opportunity. Luckily, there is still time for them to participate in the needed responses. But if they fail to do so, they may find themselves dubbed the "Worst. Generation. Ever."




Article Credit To: Michael Raine Originally published 2012

Thursday, September 10, 2015

A Simpler Time

Close your eyes . . .  and go back . . . .

Go back. . .before the internet or PC or the MAC or the Smartphone

Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari. . . 
Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's,  voicemail and email.

I'm talking about Hide And Seek at dusk. . . Red Rover . . . . Red Rover . . . .




Playing Kickball & Dodgeball until the first . . no . . .second . . .no . . . third street light came on.

Ring Around The Rosie

London Bridge
Hot Potato
Hop Scotch
Jump Rope
YOU'RE IT!!




Parents stood on the porch and yelled (or whistled)
No pagers or cell phones.

Endless summer days and hot summer nights no A/C with 

the windows open. 

Running through the sprinkler.

Seeing shapes in the clouds.



Popcicles with 2 sticks you could break and share with 
a friend.

Cereal boxes with that GREAT prize at the bottom.

Cracker Jacks with the same thing.


     

Sleep overs and chattering late into the night.

Baseball games in the street and smacking a homer.

Rolling down the bank in front of your house.

Picking blackberries for mom to make a pie.

But wait . . . there's more . . . .


Watching Saturday Morning cartoons . . . .

Looney Tunes, Bullwinkle, Tom and Gerry . . . .



Your first day of school.
New corduroy jumpers, pants and striped tops.
Construction paper and paste art projects.

Swinging as high as you could in those long
swings to try and reach the sky.

Bedtime prayers and goodnight kisses.

A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers.
Jumping down the steps.
Climing trees.
Cartwheels.
Jumping on the bed.
Pillow fights.




Laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

Being tired from PLAYING.


WORK meant taking out the garbage,  cutting the grass,
washing the car,  doing the dishes.

Your first crush.

Your first kiss (I mean the one that you kept your mouth
CLOSED and your eyes OPEN)



Rainy days at school and playing four square in the basement.

The smell of fingerpaints and chalk erasers.

Friday nights when you could stay up late.


Mom making a Apian Way Pizza and having some cold
slices on Saturday Morning . . . it tasted even better.

Going to the corner store for Penny Candy.


Oh, I'm not finished yet . . . .

Kool-Aid was the drink of summer.  So was a swig from the hose.




Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars.

Attaching cards to your bike frame to rub against your spokes that made that totally cool noise your mom complained about.

Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.



Class field trips with soggy sandwiches.

When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids 

got home from school.

When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance and another

quarter was a MIRACLE.

When your parents took you to the lunch counter and it was a real treat.


When ANY parent could discipline ANY kid, or feed him, or have him 
carry groceries . . . And nobody, not even the kid thought a thing of it.



When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the 
fate that awaited you at home.


Basically, we were in fear for out lives but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs etc.  We simply did not want our parents to get mad at us.

Didn't that feel good?  Just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that!"  Well, let's keep going!!


Let's go back to the time when . . . .


Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"
"Race issues" meant arguing about who ran fastest.

Catching fireflies could happily occupy and entire evening.




It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

Nobody was prettier than Mom.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed by Mom and made better.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.





Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare".
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.



The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapon.

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If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived during a more pleasant and simpler time.  I know some of you are my vintage.


Those of you who remember will have lived in an era that no one else will ever experience.  the era has passed and slowly those of us who lived it are passing also.  


If you do not remember, than ask your parents, grand parents, or great grand parents.  We went from am radio to the stars. Your era is here, be part it. Make it worthwhile for future generations to build on.  Keep God in your lives.

Monday, June 22, 2015

That Was Us


A little house with three bedrooms, 

One bathroom and one car on the street 
A mower that you had to push 
To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall 
We only had one phone, 
And no need for recording things, 
Someone was always home.

We only had a living room 
Where we would congregate, 
Unless it was at mealtime 
In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms 
Or extra rooms to dine. 
When meeting as a family 
Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set 
And channels maybe two, 
But always there was one of them 
With something worth the view

For snacks we had potato chips 
That tasted like a chip. 
And if you wanted flavor 
There was Lipton's onion dip.


Store-bought snacks were rare because 

My mother liked to cook 
And nothing can compare to snacks 
In Betty Crocker's book

Weekends were for family trips 
Or staying home to play 
We all did things together – 
Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips 
Depending on the weather, 
No one stayed at home because 
We liked to be together

Sometimes we would separate 
To do things on our own, 
But we knew where the others were 
Without our own cell phone

Then there were the movies 
With your favorite movie star, 
And nothing can compare 
To watching movies in your car






Then there were the picnics 
at the peak of summer season, 
Pack a lunch and find some trees 
And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together 
With all the friends you know, 
Have real action playing ball – 
And no game video.

Remember when the doctor 
Used to be the family friend, 
And didn't need insurance 
Or a lawyer to defend

The way that he took care of you 
Or what he had to do, 
Because he took an oath and strived 
To do the best for you

Remember going to the store 
And shopping casually, 
And when you went to pay for it 
You used your own money?





Nothing that you had to swipe 

Or punch in some amount, 
And remember when the cashier person 
Had to really count?

The milkman used to go 
From door to door, 
And it was just a few cents more 
Than going to the store.




There was a time when mailed letters 

Came right to your door, 
Without a lot of junk mail ads 
Sent out by every store .

The mailman knew each house by name 
And knew where it was sent; 
There were not loads of mail addressed 
To "present occupant”

There was a time when just one glance 
Was all that it would take, 
And you would know the kind of car, 
The model and the make

They didn't look like turtles 
Trying to squeeze out every mile; 
They were streamlined, white walls, fins 
And really had some style

One time the music that you played 
Whenever you would jive, 
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record 
Called a forty-five





The record player had a post 

To keep them all in line 
And then the records would drop down 
And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then, 
Just like we do today 
And always we were striving, 
Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived 
Still seems like so much fun, 
How can you explain a game, 
Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards 
Between bicycle spokes 
And for a nickel, red machines 
Had little bottled Cokes?




This life seemed so much easier 
Slower in some ways 
I love the new technology 
But I sure do miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we 
And nothing stays the same, 
But I sure love to reminisce 
And walk down memory lane.

With all today's technology 
We grant that it's a plus! 
But it's fun to look way back and say, 
HEY LOOK, GUYS, THAT WAS US!