“The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”
Yup. 2,500 years later, and now it’s my generation that’s doing the bitching (me included). But do you remember what they said about us?
Blackboard jungle. Juvenile delinquents. Rock ‘n roll was the work of the devil.
You don’t give me no dirty looks,
Your father’s hip, he knows what cooks,
Tell all your hoodlum friends outside,
You ain’t got time to take a ride.
Yakkety-yak — Don’t talk back…
And when he was growing up – the father who was dishing it out – his parents generation was complaining about bobbysoxers and zoot suits.
The lesson in all this? We may be reinventing aging, but we’re not making a dent in the intergenerational yakkety-yak. Which I find kind of comforting, in a way…
And the people dishing it out to us?