Why my lazy children are weak and ruined...

Still seeing horseshit like this on social media. 

KIDS THESE DAYS WOULD LAUGH AT THIS, BUT IT'S SO TRUE…..

When I grew up I walked to school and our Dinner time was at a regular time, Sunday’s was a roast, simple as that!

Eating out was not heard of, we only had a take away on special occasions, only received a present on birthdays and at Christmas. None of this Halloween, Easter and

congratulations

you have a pulse day .

Fast food was fish and chips and having a bottle of panda pop from the shop was a real treat.

You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your 'playing out' clothes. - children looked like children, we didn't pout, wear makeup or have anxiety. There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you walked or rode your bike!

Our house phone had a cord attached, so there was no such things as private conversations or mobile phones! Ours was out in the hall.

We didn’t have Now TV, Sky or Netflix, we had only 3 channels to watch. Channel 4 and 5 was an exciting addition! we had to watch all of the adverts unless you switched to BBC.

We played Army, British Bull Dog, Kerby, Hide & Seek, knock or door run, Tag, Football, climbed trees, made mud pies, daisy chains, rose perfume never smelt brill and Rode Bikes.

Everyone could play ball period! We used tops for goalposts and even made a ball out of paper if we needed to. A wheelie and bunnyhop on your bike was a standard skill and we used cartons in tyres so it sounded like a motorbike.

Staying in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- "You better find something to do, before I find it for you!"

We ate what mum made for our Dinner. or we ate nothing at all. If we rushed our Dinner we weren't allowed to go back out and if we didn't eat it, we weren't allowed back out either

Bottled water was not a thing; we drank from the tap.

We had scraps, some we lost, some we won but we always had a go back.... Or we got another one when we got home

We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings, and rode our bikes for hours and ran around.

We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We played till dark... street lights were our alarm.

If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a week later, if not SOONER.

We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, AND our parents' best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents if you misbehaved! Or they would give you something to cry about. Everyone had respect.

I did my research by borrowing books from the library. Internet was non existent and no Google!

We saw toys on adverts and had to wait until 'santa' came before we expected. None of the amazon same day crap

These were the good days. So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid I loved my childhood and all the mates I hung around with. Good Times The Best Times of Our lives

The 80’s/90’s were the best.

Now...

I don't understand who this is meant for. Are you blaming children for the world you've given them? The whole thing reads like a peculiar mix of The Four Yorkshiremen, spotty nostalgia, illiteracy, the lionization of scarcity and lack of choice, a yearning for black and blue-remembered backsides and nasty, exclusionary bullshit. We did only had four channels and no internet - are you framing that as a choice? Would you have snubbed Netflix if it had existed? No, thank you - I'll stick with Sport Billy and Black Beauty repeats once a week, thank you. And if I get up early on the weekends I can enjoy a program about ferrous metals from the Open University, then you'll see my backbone and moral fibre. I'm so much better than you modern kids, with your big telly (that I bought and use, enjoying the same TV package as my children do), and we didn't have phones or computers when I was a lad (I mean I do have them now and I use them all the time - though obviously porn found ripped up down the woods is better than the online variety).

I did grow up in the 80's and 90's and the information above is largely true. But also queasily nostalgic and willfully ignorant of the society the Gen Xers have shaped. Yes, we walked to school. There's no reason why your children shouldn't walk to school either. "But it's too dangerous - there are too many cars around." There wouldn't be if you weren't all bringing your tiny bubble-wrapped offspring to school in a people-carriers the size of the space shuttle. "But all the pedophiles!" Puh-lease - I grew up in the golden era of pedophiles! The BBC was riddled with them, they had their own contact magazines, the "funny uncle" was a stock comic character. I was a fucking altar boy! Your kids will be fine. Pedos are the baddies now! In the 70's and 80's they were Wilfred Bramble.

Food culture has got better in the UK. We've heard of food other than fish and chips. That's good, right? RIGHT? Of course, we also have foodbanks now, and you might struggle to get the roast dinner you're entitled to every Sunday from one of those. But I suppose what might be happening to poor children isn't included here. We all saw those kids on the news during the pandemic getting repurposed, second hand laptops because they had been unable to do any schoolwork for weeks, They were beaming. I expect they're not receiving gifts on "you have a pulse day".

"Children were children - we didn't pout, wear make-up or have anxiety". Wow! Well, first up that's a fucking lie - I remember the kids I was at school with wearing make-up and pouting (it was the fucking eighties - that's what people did then) and we had ENDLESS anxiety - we all thought we were going to die in a nuclear war, there was massive unemployment, and there was an AIDS pandemic.

I expect the anxiety referred to here, though, is undiagnosed, unacknowledged mental or neurological disorders, that were either not understood or ignored, and which children didn't have the language to describe or seek help for, and neither could their parents. Or teachers. A lot of kids just sank. It's better, I think, that people are attempting to help them now.

I mean, the stories our parents told us - walking six miles to school in the snow every day in your sister's borrowed knickers and eating a pig's ear for lunch - seem pretty hardcore. And now we're telling our children we're "realer" than they are because our phones lived on a special table in the hall and we drank tap water? We sound weak, man. Our parents did the things that were normal for their culture, and so did we. If our childhoods were less savage than theirs, its because of the choices they made to shape the culture. It's exactly the same with your children: if you don't think they should have bottled water, don't give them bottled water. If you think they have too much choice eating or watching telly, you control that. Don't buy them a phone and then call them a cunt for using it. That's not really very fair.

I see this stuff all the time and it makes my blood boil. Its not as bad as the "I wore hand-me-downs and returned pop bottles, so don't lecture me on the climate crisis" wankers. None of that was your idea, and as soon as you didn't have to do that you stopped. But it's still ridiculous. Resenting the fact that your kids had stuff you didn't and repackaging it as "things were better in the olden days before kids had "issues" and a policeman wasn't afraid to clip you round the ear." I was there. It wasn't better in the olden days.

So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid I loved my childhood and all the mates I hung around with. Good Times The Best Times of Our lives

You and your shitty fake kids.