The Washington Post Report from Week 02-28, in which you were
asked to tell Gen-Xers how much harder you had it in the old days:
In my day, we didn't have dogs or cats. All I had was Silver
Beauty, my beloved paper clip.
In my day, attitudes were different. For example, women didn't
like sex. At least that is what they told me.
When I was your age, we didn't have fake doggie-do. We only had
real doggie-do, and no one thought it was a damn bit funny.
Back in the 1970's we didn't have the space shuttle to get all
excited about. We had to settle for men walking on the crummy
moon.
In my day, we didn't have days. There was only time for work, time
for prayer and time for sleep. The sheriff would go around and
tell everyone when to change.
In my day, people could only dream of hitchhiking a ride on a
comet.
In my day, we didn't have fancy health-food restaurants. Every day
we ate lots of easily recognizable animal parts, along with
potatoes drenched in melted fat from those animals. And we're all
as strong as AAGGKK-GAAK Urrgh. Thud.
In my day, we didn't have hand-held calculators. We had to do
addition on our fingers. To subtract, we had to have some fingers
amputated.
In my day, we didn't get that disembodied, slightly ticked-off
voice saying "Doors closing." We got on the train, the doors
closed, and if your hand was sticking out it scraped along the
tunnel all the damn way to the Silver Spring station and it was a
bloody stump at the end. But the base fare was only a dollar.
In my day, we didn't have water. We had to smash together our own
hydrogen and oxygen atoms.
In my day, we didn't have Strom Thurmond. Oh, wait. Yes we did.
Kids today think the world revolves around them. In my day, the
sun revolved around the world, and the world was perched on the
back of a giant tortoise.
In my day, we wore our pants up around our armpits. Monstrous
wedgies, but we looked snappy.
Back in my day, "60 Minutes" wasn't just a bunch of gray-haired
liberal 80-year-old guys. It was a bunch of gray-haired liberal
60-year-old guys.
In my day, we didn't have virtual reality. If a one-eyed razorback
barbarian warrior was chasing you with an ax, you just had to hope
you could outrun him.