June 23rd, 1973.
You came inside from the yard, left the front door open, and stood at the fridge too long while looking for something to drink.
All the cold got out, just like your dad said it would.
That's my theory anyway.
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Arrgh! What I'm saying is drawing generational lines is divisive and therefore counter-productive.
If you pin me down, I would argue the Boomers brought us drugs, avarice, 'me first', and worst of all, minivans.
Then I'll say that the Millenials brought us ear gauges and embrace socialism without knowing what it is.
And the Gen-Xers ruined lawn darts for everyone but made the Internet scream.
Boomers' parents? They had really great fashion sense, and screwed up Europe and other places for a loong time (Warsaw Pact).
Their parents? What the heck was up with prohibition and separate drinking fountains for black and white?
Their parents?...you get the point.
No One is responsible for generational generalizations.
Circling back to my initial list of "drugs, avarice, me-first, and minivans..."
Drugs? Herodotus recorded the Scythians toking on mary jane since before the Greek times.
Avarice? What generation hasn't any examples of that?
Me-First? I'll draw a line back to when Cain killed Abel.
Minivans? Okay, that's just something the boomers will have to own up to!
I hope you take all this tongue in cheek as intended. Kek!
More like JANUARY 23rd, 1973.
What's scaring me is, I'm pretty sure that's the date I asked my wife to marry me.
one answer:
“It’s not who we are”.
(supposedly works for the dems)
((I’ll slap anyone close to me who says that..))
Kit, ya know I love you like my little brother who can be very funny, smart and every now and then needs a knuckle punch to the shoulder...in just that spot.So, get your shoulder ready...
So don't ever again post about mini-vans without giving a very explicit "Mini-van Alert"!
When whomever makes up these sociatal divisions of rank, the original ending year for Baby Boomers was 1954...I remember because I was so glad I missed being lumped in with any all those other people. I see now the goal posts have been moved...yeah, so what?
I'll gladly own the whole "sex, drugs and rock n' roll" mantra. We had/have the most incredible soundtrack for our lives! As for the other two, I'll just let you use your imagination...and then I'll laugh. Our generation, just like every other one, had FUN!
Mini-vans were an adaptation of the work van. And that goes waaaay back! When I was 10, my uncles and Grampa would let me practice driving Gramps' 1930s tourquiose panel van...it was the vehicle he got to deliver milk on his route (big dairy farmer) after he decided to stop using Queenie and a wagon to do his milk route. So, that was the original mini-van. And when the "mini-vans" started being made and sold to the soccer moms, they built them on truck frames...which is why I hated them. I only owned mine after they had figured out to redesign them to make them easier to drive.
So I won't own mini-vans as a sin against the boomers. I will own the elimination of DDT in the US...that happened when I was in 8th grade and it was a disaster right from the beginning. They stopped making it because it harmed those stupid flying rats, the seagulls. Well, guess what? I lived between Lake Michigan and Grand Traverse Bay. Anything to wipe the seagulls out was A-OK with me! There was an island by our town, called Gull Island. It was such a gull haven that the gulls would attack people who went out there (personal experience, those bas-birds are MEAN!) They made my days as second mate and chief deck scrubber on my dad's commercial fishing boat very difficult!
See how triggered you made me, Kit! I'm just yammering on...and I now drive an SUV. And typing keeps my fingers warm..it just keeps getting colder and colder IN here, as well as outside. KEK!