Henry10Are we becoming our grandfathers?
October 3rd 2006 15:29
So I was sitting with my friends the other day watching Cartoon Network, and the conversation drifted in the usual direction. "Man, cartoons today suck and we had it so much better when we were kids with Transformers and Voltron and He-Man and G.I. Joe and Thundercats and Mysterious Cities of Gold and the Smurfs and Robotech and blah blah bling bling bler..." And so on. This is how we talk, every single time we watch television. Leaving the fact that our words are incontrovertible truth out of this, it suddenly hit me.
We're turning into crusty old men.
You know the sort. "Things were better in our day, yes sir! You could get a bag of chips and two potato cakes and a ten pound lobster stuffed with solid gold for just two-bob!" Then, when they're done telling you how exceedingly awesome things were when they were young, they will launch into a diatribe about how hard they had it. "We had nothing but lard to eat for a whole year, and our dad would beat us to death then bring us back to life just to beat us again and we had to ride our bikes to school through a sea of scalding acid!" Jeez, make your mind up grandad!
That's me, at the tender age of 27. Only my ranting invariably turns to the subject of Optimus Prime, or occasionally Skeletor, and how he is infinitely superior to Pikachu and/or Spongebob. (Not Samurai Jack, though - he's aces!) And you know what, I remember when a Mars bar only cost 40 cents, and comics finished their stories in one issue, and you had to wait half an hour for a game to load on cassette! Yes, things were better in my day...
We're turning into crusty old men.
You know the sort. "Things were better in our day, yes sir! You could get a bag of chips and two potato cakes and a ten pound lobster stuffed with solid gold for just two-bob!" Then, when they're done telling you how exceedingly awesome things were when they were young, they will launch into a diatribe about how hard they had it. "We had nothing but lard to eat for a whole year, and our dad would beat us to death then bring us back to life just to beat us again and we had to ride our bikes to school through a sea of scalding acid!" Jeez, make your mind up grandad!
That's me, at the tender age of 27. Only my ranting invariably turns to the subject of Optimus Prime, or occasionally Skeletor, and how he is infinitely superior to Pikachu and/or Spongebob. (Not Samurai Jack, though - he's aces!) And you know what, I remember when a Mars bar only cost 40 cents, and comics finished their stories in one issue, and you had to wait half an hour for a game to load on cassette! Yes, things were better in my day...
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