Sadly, like all young people do and did, they sneer (sometimes too smugly) at those generations who came before them. As as a former high school history teacher and one who lived on military bases growing up in the Vietnam War era, we lived through extremes. We were also trying to change the world.
Sadly, like all young people do and did, they sneer (sometimes too smugly) at those generations who came before them. As as a former high school history teacher and one who lived on military bases growing up in the Vietnam War era, we lived through extremes. We were also trying to change the world.
Our mothers were horrified that we wore jeans and braless halter tops. We were horrified at their drinking and spare-rod-spoil-the-child view of child discipline.
Most mothers didn't work. Valium and speed was rampant. We dreamed of college or any other job that would get us out into the world on our own.
They buried their sons from a horrible and stupid war. We buried our friends from a horrible virus that political leaders were deliberately ignoring.
They watched the 6:00 evening news and shook their heads. We marched. Oh how we marched. The Vietnam War, womens Rights, legalization of weed, farmworker rights, LGBT, AIDS virus. It seemed like the "this is fucked up" list was endless but we didn't see it that way.
They listened to Frank Sinatra and dreamed of marrying Elvis Presley. We listened to Led Zepplin and the Rolling Stones and went to all-day concerts with Fleetwood Mac headlining.
They fixed dinner, put bandaids on boo-boos, ironed everything and gossiped with the ladies on the block. We took birth control.
You want to learn some history Gen Z? Try talking to seniors. You might be surprised.
I remember thinking about older people and doing the rolling eyes whenever they were around and dared to speak to those of us that were young. Funny how much that amuses me now.
Sadly, like all young people do and did, they sneer (sometimes too smugly) at those generations who came before them. As as a former high school history teacher and one who lived on military bases growing up in the Vietnam War era, we lived through extremes. We were also trying to change the world.
Our mothers were horrified that we wore jeans and braless halter tops. We were horrified at their drinking and spare-rod-spoil-the-child view of child discipline.
Most mothers didn't work. Valium and speed was rampant. We dreamed of college or any other job that would get us out into the world on our own.
They buried their sons from a horrible and stupid war. We buried our friends from a horrible virus that political leaders were deliberately ignoring.
They watched the 6:00 evening news and shook their heads. We marched. Oh how we marched. The Vietnam War, womens Rights, legalization of weed, farmworker rights, LGBT, AIDS virus. It seemed like the "this is fucked up" list was endless but we didn't see it that way.
They listened to Frank Sinatra and dreamed of marrying Elvis Presley. We listened to Led Zepplin and the Rolling Stones and went to all-day concerts with Fleetwood Mac headlining.
They fixed dinner, put bandaids on boo-boos, ironed everything and gossiped with the ladies on the block. We took birth control.
You want to learn some history Gen Z? Try talking to seniors. You might be surprised.
I remember thinking about older people and doing the rolling eyes whenever they were around and dared to speak to those of us that were young. Funny how much that amuses me now.