Why we oldies always think younguns are princesses that should harden up

[prodigyrf]

Fortunately they don't have to because the times have changed for the better as journo Tim Blair notes with this incisive insight-
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/opinion/respect-for-afls-terrible-tragedy/story-fni0cwl5-1227429471885

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

[prodigyrf]

You know it's all for your own good younguns-
http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/news/opinion/the-danger-of-round-door-knobs/story-fni6unxq-1226778157894

But do I sense a hint of rebelliousness occasionally?
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/rendezview/need-an-escape-from-australias-nanny-state-try-south-east-asia/story-fnpug1jf-1227422339591

The lesson being you don't get something for nothing and there are certain tradeoffs with the nanny state 

[tk421]

I was born and brought up in the middle of Africa in the 70's/80's. On one hand I miss the lack of regulation which makes SE Asia look like a strict uptight society. ?.

On the other I'm  pretty glad my youngsters won't have to experience hiding in a locked room whilst their dad has a shootout with armed robbers trying to steal the neighbours car or seeing a woman shot in a carjacking outside the school, and that  they don't have Zimbabwean farmer friends who drive round in mine proofed land rovers or have rpg's fired through their farm roofs.

[Mallory Black]

Well right, when I were a lad we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
But you know, we were happy in those days, BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you ‘appiness." and 'e was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

[prodigyrf]

When dad would say money doesn't buy you happiness mum would say true but I could sure be miserable in comfort with this lot of helpers (4 kids).

Anyway seems we might have been a bit hasty with moving to levers as Victorians apparently can't handle them and need their fingers pulled or some such-
http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/news/breaking-news/new-door-handles-for-melb-trains/story-fni6ul2m-1227445374847

Such is life with public circus intray trying to deal with all things that go bump in the night while avoiding paper cuts.

[dales133]

Well right, when I were a lad we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
But you know, we were happy in those days, BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you ‘appiness." and 'e was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

You forgot , we was so ungry we ate handful of gravel and licked road with tounge!

[Garfish]

Well right, when I were a lad we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
But you know, we were happy in those days, BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you ‘appiness." and 'e was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

Luxury, I had to get up at 10o'clock at night, alf an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison,
Work 29 hours a day down in the mill, and pay mill owner for the privilege, and when we got home dad would kill us and sing Hallelujah on me grave.
But you try and tell the you guns today and they won't believe ya.

[slydar]

and a cup of cold tea...

[speewa158]

drowned our sorrows with warm flat beer       Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[UIZ733]

Fortunately they don't have to because the times have changed for the better as journo Tim Blair notes with this incisive insight-
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/opinion/respect-for-afls-terrible-tragedy/story-fni0cwl5-1227429471885

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

Simple answer is because WE ARE RIGHT.  Pythons hit on the head first time.

[Dogsbreakfast]

Well right, when I were a lad we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
But you know, we were happy in those days, BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you ‘appiness." and 'e was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

You had bread!? Luxury.