Did ‘Boomers’ Have it Better?
While on an early morning paddle this week I watched a pair of young white-tailed deer lock antlers and shove each other, practising for the upcoming struggle to find a mate. It made me glad I’m not a deer. In the random way that thoughts progress, it also brought to mind the question of whether “boomers” (like me) have had it better than subsequent generations.
We were the “free range generation”, able to play in the street, walk with friends to school, roam woods and fields, to create imaginary worlds and invent and play games in which we, not adults, set the rules. The closest thing to the now ubiquitous scourge of “helicopter parenting” was the pointless drill of ‘hide under the desk and cover your eyes’ in the event of a nuclear attack that American kids had to go through.
Compared with having to deal with today’s very real and obvious dangers of climate change, and the knowledge they will reach critical mass in your lifetime, the drill was a game.
And when we played organised games, we never had to deal with parents threatening and screaming obscenities at officials. Today, it has become standard practice.
COMMON SENSE, MUSIC AND GRAMMAR
Instead of defying logic and science, our parents embraced proven vaccines that saved us from polio, whooping cough, diphtheria and a host of other life-threatening diseases. We in turn celebrated science and medical breakthroughs that included the most liberating one, “The Pill”. It turned our parents’ strait-laced attitudes into “the permissive society”.
By great good fortune, its arrival coincided with some of the greatest bands in the world. Fifty-plus years later, most of us can still sing along with the Beatles, the Stones, Bob Dylan and so many more who wrote the soundtracks to our lives. We remember the lyrics of “Hair”, which some of us still secretly embrace as a philosophy. I’m not sure any form of rap, or the plethora of same-sounding, contrived bands that dominate the charts today will clear that bar.
We learned grammar, speak in complete sentences, know gerunds from verbs and that “like” is not a comma. On the negative side, in my case at least, that brings the disadvantage of outbursts of rage whenever errors are made, which is to say in pretty much every newscast.
Being a boomer can be very confusing, however. Beset by having to keep pins and passwords for debit cards, bank accounts and online access straight, we’re also under pressure to figure out which pronouns might be offensive, and when we’re supposed to use whichever.
THE JOYS OF FOOTLOOSE TRAVEL
Before we plunged into the grind of the “real world”, we could hitchhike around half the planet, mostly unimpeded by wars, and experience other cultures without fear of being held hostage or beheaded. We were free, as Oscar Wilde put it, to “Live with no excuses and travel with no regrets”.
We kept in touch with home by picking up air mailed letters at Post Restante that might have been waiting a month for us to arrive in a particular city. For non-boomers, Post Restante was a service whereby a post office held letters for people with no specific address until they were collected. And difficult as it may be to believe today, travel without the cloying presence of cellphones, Email and WhatsApp, no pressure or compulsion to constantly update Facebook, Instagram or Twitter accounts and pages, is liberating.
Today’s young wanderers don’t even have to reflect on what they see and selfie. There’s a website with “over 100 caption suggestions that you can use with your awesome travel photos!”
Not quite on a par with Mark Twain’s adage: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.”
BUT THERE WAS A PRICE
It helped that most of us weren’t burdened with massive amounts of student debt, although avoiding it meant working rather than partying all summer. In what was by no means a unique experience, one summer I put in 70-hour weeks working on a rock drilling and blasting crew in conditions that would (rightly) not be permitted today. Another summer was spent on a midnight to eight a.m. shift at manual labour in filthy, unsafe conditions, and then Friday evening and all day Saturday packing bags and punching a till in a supermarket. I don’t feel short-changed, but I don’t have any sympathy for Gen-whatevers who think they ought to be making six figures, driving a flashy car and owning a house by the time they’re thirty.
I do, however, deeply and sincerely apologize for our contributions to the rapidly worsening world: corporate greed, second-rate to inadequate leaders we’ve stuck you with, pointless and often unjustified wars, and allowing pathogens to become pandemics.
All of which brings us back to the deer.
The one in the photo came out best in the shoving contest, which made me think of him as the equivalent of a boomer.
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14 thoughts on “Did ‘Boomers’ Have it Better?”
Once again you hit a home run, and I always thought hockey was the national game of Canada. Keep it up.
Hockey is indeed our national game…although we have been known to win the World Series and the NBA.
Evocative and provocative, Pizz. Don’t you think though that every generation yearns for the way things were when they were kids, I mean maybe that’s what childhood should be, a giant idyllic con, a bubble. I certainly don’t envy the children of today the challenge of climate change as you say….
There are lot of things about the way things were when I was young that I sometimes miss (music and fewer aches and pains among them) but that’s not to say I disapprove of everything in the world today…just a fair bit of it.
Great piece PIz! It triggered my nostalgia buds.
Thanks mate.
Twas fun being young .. we were the lucky ones.
Indeed we were lucky…especially in those Africa days, eh?
This piece reminded me a pretty long scientific article I read years ago about some strange symbols or characters written on stone found somewhere in Tibet. For a long time scientists were not able to decipher whatever that meant. It was very hard a task because the “treasure” was estimated to be more then 3000 years old. But finally, they did. It said: “These children of today are terrible.”
(I made my best not to do errors, you know I’m not a native speaker)
Thanks for this piece, Allen. I liked it very much.
I guess every generation in some way thinks the next one is terrible. I remember how my Dad thought the music I liked was noise.
Today’s “music” is REAL NOISE. If simple beat, rythm, with no melody and no harmony is not noise like the jackhammer’s noise, what is it? Your dear Dad was lucky not to hear THIS GENERATION’S music that is forced into you even while you do the food-shopping or wait at the dentist’s. Real horror.
I have never been able to explain to my children or their friends how much fun we had and how much we laughed …they have no idea sadly!
They’ll never believe us…because we’re “old”…but I’m willing to bet they will secretly envy at least some of what they hear.
My father, a WW2 Army vet, and my mother made it better. On his military peanuts salary, they put me through a private college. Am much better off and the only thing I miss is them.