Mason said:
I have always wished I could grow up in the 50s. It was such an innocent and happy time, when communities meant something and people were nice to each other.
Yeah, happy times! Racism, McCarthyism, women calling the kitchen home, and remember kids: Hide under your desks to insure that you don't die a horrible, mushroom-cloud-induced death, starting with your face melting off! But if you do survive the nuclear holocaust, 4 out of 5 doctors agree that smoking is good for you, so always light up with Camel. It makes your game of Lawn Darts much more fun!
Just making sure this thread has some perspective.
Anyway, it's an interesting question. I've occasionally thought about what it'd be like to sort of push my birthdate back by roughly 10 years (i.e., put me in the 9th grade now), and the pros and cons kind of create a giant ball of "Eh...." On one hand, my geekitude would be more than acceptable now, and maybe it's just me, but sex in high school just seems more readily *available*; but on the other, the jokes about high school being like a prison wouldn't be metaphors, and college would be a metric fuckton more expensive.
Also, I kind of relished being the only person in my junior year class with a website, let alone the knowledge of how to make one (bear in mind that back then, "the web" was still, to the average joe, that silk-like series of threads in the corner of the room with the huge spider.) I shit you not, people came up to me in the middle of class and asked how I did it.
So I'll go with the 60s and 70s. Draft-dodging, hippie-loving, summers of love, and, of course, my loathing of Nixon would at least be justified in that I can say I actually had to live under it all.
