Reality Bites a ‘Villen by James A. Norton

It’s 2014, so please…stop living like it’s 1974.

Nobody likes getting older – because
after a certain age, it becomes a game of “what’s next.” Not like when our kids were younger and we waited for the other shoe to drop, you remember that phone call in the middle of the night other shoe. Now it’s more like having to watch what we eat, how we drive the car, which strength of reading glasses to get next, yadda yadda yadda.

The thing that truly irks me about getting older, aside from the ignorance of my kids’ generation, is that most members of the “greatest generation” are frozen in time. They recall with great delight of how TV changed in the 70’s with shows like “All in the Family” and “Soap.” How they brought awareness to social issues to the forefront and changed the way the world thought.

I’m calling shenanigans on that bullshit. Let me tell you why.

It wasn’t sitcoms that woke people up socially. It was events like Dr. King being shot and killed, book-ended by the Kennedy brother’s assassinations. The insanity at the 1972 Munich Olympics, Charles Manson’s little house party, Nixon falling on his sword, the end of the Vietnam Conflict, John Lennon being shot, the end of the Cold War…you get the idea.

Those are the events that changed the world, how people see it, understand it and move on with our lives. That’s how social change came about and enlightened us. Not a TV show.

And since I have now come back to the silly notion about the TV shows, it was the same generation that on one hand touted the social change brought about by the almighty box with lights, and then systematically held it back and allowed it to move at a snail’s pace for years and years. Purposely guiding how we perceived the events of the day, because they couldn’t actually control the real world.

How droll, unimaginative, and quite shockingly dominant. Let’s not pay attention to world famine or mass genocide, because you know, Fraser is on tonight and tomorrow night Seinfeld will make us laugh, while making us think about social maturation. Really?

Now I don’t want to sound all British, but if you’re wondering what I’m on about, it’s that people from the “Greatest Generation” can’t even stand to read a rant from a regular fellow with words like “douche” and “asshole” without having their own asshole pucker in prudish shock. Well, I’m here to tell you, granny, it’s 2014 – not 1974 and certainly not 1934. Social change comes from real world experiences, not a bloody TV show and guess what – social graces don’t come from the mere ability to string together a bunch of expletives – they come from the ability to call someone a shithead without sounding like a rude, crude, self-absorbed, vapid and eerily obtuse jackass.

So grow up granny, and get with the program. #FOH

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