I dunno, this is the happiest I’ve been in decades.* If it weren’t for the whole “you need to prove you’re allowed to exist by giving us money every month for the rest of your life” thing, I’d be pretty content.
Granted, I’ve been in intensive therapy for almost a year and still suffer from debilitating depression (amongst other various maladies), so “happy” is a very relative term. Existence is hell.
Ain’t my gate to keep lol. You’re good in my book.
Nerd.
I got my nerd card revoked after a convention when I revealed that I hadn’t seen any of the Marvel movies. And this was about 10 years ago. I eventually made exceptions for Deadpool and GotG.
And the MOVE bombings happened in my lifetime. It was all over the local news when it happened, and then off and on for years. And anniversaries.
many people I have met are done with computers once they get home.
This is me. After 25 years in corporate IT, I have little to no interest in sitting down at a computer anymore. My personal box only gets turned on a few times a month. Casual browsing and such is done on mobile, gaming on console. Once upon a time I spun up VMs for fun and knew everything that was running on my system. Never had the patience (or desire) to go full Linux, and between work sucking out the joy and enshittification overrunning modern commercial OSes, I just stopped having the energy to get excited. So the box only get used when I have something to do that’s more involved than light spreadsheet work etc.
I am very much a Lemmy outlier lol.
Quest for Glory was one of my first computer games, after almost a decade of console-only play. Good times.
Not with that attitude.
Or a very brief, yet intimate, familiarity with the inside of a wicker basket. One of many, ideally.
(Theoretically) 7 days. One pair per day, even if you didn’t use em.
“I request line-item billing please.”
Grippy socks: 14 @ $87.61 ea
Some. Some had it good. It’s true that back in the day a single income could sustain a family. That stopped being true for many 50-some years ago. My parents were tail end boomers. In the 80s, they were able to buy a small house right next to a top-5 city for crime and raise 3 kids on a blue collar job supplemented with part time cashier work. In the 90s, expenses started needing two full time positions. In the early 2000s (after a move of necessity), I had to chip in for a third of the mortgage. Now that (refinanced) house is falling apart, my mom can no longer work, and my dad is dead. There are millions with similar stories.
Is my mom a racist piece of shit that nods along to Fox while blaming everyone else for her bad situation? Yup. But that’s not a boomer thing. It’s not a generational thing. That’s a culture war thing. The same culture war being propagated by the people who actually pulled up the ladders behind them. The same ones who have been waging a class war and winning handily in part because of the culture war distractions.
Some loony was going off the other day about how X was just as bad as the boomers because of Musk, Fuckerberg, etc. Same shit, different decade.
Society has bred sociopaths for countless generations. The most ruthless get the most rewards. The less successful sociopaths strive to be more sociopathic, so that one day they too can win harder. And this behavior gets modeled and tweaked over time until people grow up thinking it’s perfectly natural to crush others in pursuit of success. “Sucks to suck, I got mine.” All of this is very visible and only becoming more acute due to social Darwinism and the swamp of bullhorns that is the internet.
But for every greedy fuck that’s actively making things worse, they have countless peers that are just trying to live their lives. Some live them fighting the culture war. Some live them fighting back. They may hate each other. But they have more in common with each other than they ever will with those that have been waging class war since before any of us were born.
Forget the generational shit. Recognize the culture wars for what they are. And may every miserable psychopathic shit on the winning side of the class war find themselves staring at the inside of a wicker basket. Briefly.
Steinbeck off the top fucking rope.
I mean, technically you’re not wrong. But the Venn diagram is nearly a circle.
I’m in the US and I haven’t watched TV in years.
It’s on the short list of next steps, but the (legal) trial is the next state over. So I get to try magic magnets and homeopathic ketamine first. Wheeeee.