More likely it was when they were kids and without adult responsibilities, or narrow/whitewashed views of the past(as from stories and shows from before their birth)
I look back at my childhood as the ‘good ole days’ mostly because of the no responsibilities thing. The more I learn about what stuff was really going on in the 90’s/2000s, the more I see there was no good ole days, just times when I was insulated from the harsh realities of the world.
I hold similar views(obviously), but I find something comforting in it. Like, rather than living in a ruined paradise lost by us or our parents, we live in a complicated world where we share the work of trying to make something better with our ancestors.
(Of course, we also have to figure out how to do that, and, in a complicated world, that can be challenging and lead to conflict)
My childhood in the 60s and 70s was idyllic, I have to admit - growing up on a private reserve with mountains all around and having woods around to play and get lost in. I loved it all - but even then I knew about the conflicts going on and how unhappy most adults seemed.
That’s about it. I’m white and male and I’m here to tell you, there never was a ‘good old days’ unless you mean a time when white men could get away with raping and killing a young kid like Emmett Till and could butcher their families and get away with it.
In my experience people who talk about the good old days are white and male.
It was a time when they got their way 100% and everyone else could get fucked.
More likely it was when they were kids and without adult responsibilities, or narrow/whitewashed views of the past(as from stories and shows from before their birth)
I look back at my childhood as the ‘good ole days’ mostly because of the no responsibilities thing. The more I learn about what stuff was really going on in the 90’s/2000s, the more I see there was no good ole days, just times when I was insulated from the harsh realities of the world.
I hold similar views(obviously), but I find something comforting in it. Like, rather than living in a ruined paradise lost by us or our parents, we live in a complicated world where we share the work of trying to make something better with our ancestors.
(Of course, we also have to figure out how to do that, and, in a complicated world, that can be challenging and lead to conflict)
There’s definitely points where things get worse.
9/11 is one of them.
My childhood in the 60s and 70s was idyllic, I have to admit - growing up on a private reserve with mountains all around and having woods around to play and get lost in. I loved it all - but even then I knew about the conflicts going on and how unhappy most adults seemed.
That’s about it. I’m white and male and I’m here to tell you, there never was a ‘good old days’ unless you mean a time when white men could get away with raping and killing a young kid like Emmett Till and could butcher their families and get away with it.
White guy, 1985