Jan 222012
When I was a kid, I found few things more tiresome than creaky old people blathering on about how much better the music, toys and culture of the 1940’s and 1950’s were. That level of tiresomeness quickly paled by the time I got to high school, when aged hippies kept droning on about the wonders of the 1960’s (“Freedom Rock,” anyone?).
Now, it seems, my generation has reached the same point of “let’s bore the youngsters with nonsensical rubbish about how much more awesome the toys of *our* childhood were.” And what I find personally disturbing is… I look at a lot of these things and… I agree. Gah.
I’m old, it seems.