I who may well be...

Musings from the perspective of a human being who may well be not locatable completely within the usual categories of male or female or gay or straight or transsexual or intersexed or exploiter or exploited or supplier or consumer or performer or spectator.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

The Generation That Bought More Shoes

I got this piece of offensive generational propaganda by mass email today, and my response is under it..---------------------------------------------------

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.


They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.


Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright
colored lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks some of us took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a Ute on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.


Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops,
McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Red Rooster.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner
store and buy Fruit Tingles and some fire crackers to blow up frogs and lizards with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! [sorry, have to interject here.. by "playing" they mean "KILLING, horrificly", blowing up small animals with fireworks]

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in creek beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape or DVD movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.


Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross buns at Easter
time.......no really!

We were given BB guns and sling shots for our 10th birthdays,

We drank milk laced with Strontium 90 from cows that had eaten grass covered in nuclear fallout from the atomic testing at Maralinga in 1956. [Got cancer?]

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

Footy had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather straps and bully's always ruled the playground at school. [Obviously this stopped you learning the difference between the plural and the possessive form of words. The plural of "bully" is "bullies".]

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

Our parents got married before they had children and didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade'.....

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

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norrie mAy-welby (born 1961) replies:
We are the generation that bought more shoes, and we'll get what we deserve.

We are the generation that re-elected the government that supported the slaughter of over half a million people in Iraq. We are the generation that supports overpolicing and armies and our actions are sending our children, our children, to be killed in battle.

We are the generation that banned gay marriage, because we think so poorly of love.

We are the generation that has mid-life crises, because we lived most of our lives unconsiously or to please other people, and not in accordance with our inner truths. Few of us have been honest with ourselves and our close partners for all our lives, and there are consequences of that fundamental cringing dishonesty that will not be healed overnight.

I am happy that humans are so well made that I survived the hateful, sexist, and violent environment my parents saw fit to inflict on me as a young child, and more that I was so blessed that I survived the homophobia, sexist, sex-phobia, pleasure-phobia, anglo-centrism and delusions of cultural superiority that killed all of my peers. I am the last person standing from the queer/intellectual/sensitive crowd I knew as a young adult. You, the generation born in the 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's, killed them all, ALL, every single one but me.

Don't ask me to bond with you generationally. The vast majority of people my age and older are no better than hairless apes who think using violence is acceptable. You beat me as a child, you bullied me as a schoolkid, you bashed me as a young adult. After years of cultural revolution, you may finally agree that homophobia is bad. Why were you so complacent and unempathetic that you once thought it was okay to hit someone or allow them to be hit?

And you are no doubt finding out, or will very soon, the health effects of all those things inflicted on you before the young people, and the ahead of our time people, pointed out how dangerous these things are.

You lioinise the defects of our history. I hope for this you just get your children laughing at you, rather than being taunted by a desolate lifeless future when the last dollar has been made from the last death.

The future of our species needs fearless honesty, not nostalgic delusions.

PS: I have your children. You can't get them back until you stop being selfish and play nice, you fat fucks.

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