The Good Old Days

I received an email recently that really got me thinking. The email was a video with music talking about how freaking great it was to grow up in the '50s, basically comparing it to how how crappy kids have it these days.

Vomit.

Everyone thinks their childhood was the good old days, and boy, life was much easier, simpler, nicer then. Everything was just fucking great.



Well, I wasn't around in the 1950s (my mom barely was), but I seem to remember some things about it that weren't so fucking great.





In fact, some things were downright horrifying and embarrassing.



Not only that, but life could be pretty scary.



And what was it like to be a woman in the '50s?





Can you imagine being gay? That's not even acceptable now!



The '50s weren't all bad. I mean, they did provide us with this beautiful work of art...



There has always been war. There has always been crime. There has always been hatred. It just comes in different forms.

I don't believe in the good old days. There is no such thing. Life changes, evolves, never-ending over time. Life will not be the same in twenty years as it is now. And that's okay. It shouldn't stay the same. It should progress, we should all progress, constantly searching for something even better.

Right now is always the best time. Enjoy it. Quit looking back.