Facebook is mostly a wasteland of trivia and talking dogs.
One of its features is “sharing” the posts of others. This function allows adults (and me) to avoid originality and parrot the deranged thoughts of individuals who haven’t seen the sun in decades. One overly popular subset of posts describes a major decline in the motivation, respect for authority, and what passes for a dress code of today’s teenagers and younger children.
With the limited experience of 10 years of photographing and covering high school sports and school events with younger children, I’d say they are pretty much the same as they’ve always been and much like my generation was in its prime. They are young, inquisitive, and determined to challenge authority, just like we did in the late 1960s and 70s.
Not to stress the point too vigorously, but our parents, who were the products of the dark ages of the 30s and 40s, railed against our loose morals, long hair, a lack of respect toward cops, government, our teachers, and our desire to disconnect and live in communes.
Of course, these things did happen but they weren’t all that prevalent, and even fewer peers did all of them. If we’d had Facebook, our troglodyte ‘rents would have made us out to be the end of civilization. We weren’t, unless you stop to consider whose fault it might be if kids today are leading the world to chaos and destruction.
That would be their parents. I’m pretty certain they raised those kids. Ah, but let us extend this with logical progression. Who raised those poor parents who let their kids play video games all day, expose their underwear, and expect the world to give them everything for free?
You guessed it: We Baby Boomers spawned them. We are the very same degenerates who gave the world paisley, bell-bottom jeans, flower power, “down with the man,” tricked-out vans, acid rock, and mini-skirts that proved a nearly insurmountable obstacle to the male student in maintaining any semblance of decorum or eye contact.
In our defense, we guys were all for feminism and didn’t want to impinge a young woman’s right to look positively wonderful in a very short skirt. We remained silent for selfless reasons.
So, is the world going to a very warm region in a small, woven basket on the backs of a lost generation? Allow me to put it this way: If the planet survives us Baby Boomers (I submit that the jury is still out on this) then I think it would be reasonable to assume it will continue in spite of a few couch potatoes, video games, really awful music, and the occasional bit of sass.
Remember, all my fellow old fogeys — we thought everything should be questioned. That should include us. Peace out.
Carl Sullenberger looks at the world from a skewed perspective and expresses a humorous view of life through the prism of his past and present. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.