Wordsmoker Anthology: Status Updates for Your Generation
My curfew was the street light. My mom called my name, not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn’t eat what mom cooked, then I didn’t eat. sanitizer didn’t exist, but your COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty.. was OK, and neighbors looked out for you as much as your parents. Re-post if you drank from a garden hose and survived!
Oh, yeah, old person? Well, I was an adolescent in the 80′s, and here’s what I have to say about that:
My curfew was after Dukes of Hazzard or Miami Vice. My mom called my name, but I couldn’t hear her over my Walkman, at least not until the batteries ran out. I played outside with friends, but also with my Atari – what? Space Invaders and Pong were awesome. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, big deal – we had a thing called snacks. I rode a bike without a helmet and in the car without a seat belt, but that didn’t make it smart. I wore high-waisted, pleated, tapered-leg jeans, concert t-shirts, and Keds. Some of my neighbors looked out for us; others were too busy with their yuppie lives to care. We supported “Live Aid” and “We Are The World” — no matter how shitty the music, we knew it was for a good cause. Repost if you tried New Coke and survived!
I want to hear from the Wordsmokers how you would represent your youth in status update, generation-baiting form.