@GunWashington If my kid was the victim, I’d totally be waiting until he got out of jail and make absolutely certain that justice was served from a distance. Even if I had to go to jail myself
@ZeekArkham Everyone is your teacher both good and bad.
I would expect that both you and your dad would most likely teach the same lesson regarding fatherhood although from different directions
@NotABBWLover You can totally air fry wings and make some damn good ones!
I think you should look at a crock pot. Throw the chicken, beef and whatever else in that thing and strap it down for the day. It’s ready when you are!
A quick note on Generation Jones because I keep seeing the same two comments.
First, I did not invent Generation Jones.
I know I’ve covered this many times, but I’m saying it once more… with feeling!
The term was coined by social commentator Jonathan Pontell decades ago. It describes those of us born in the latter part of the Baby Boom, generally from the mid 1950s through the mid 1960s. The idea wasn’t that we were better or worse than anyone else. The idea was that our experiences were different.
And that’s where some people get upset.
“Why are you dividing people even more?”
I’m not. I’m trying to understand people. It is my nature to seek to understand.
Human beings naturally recognize patterns. In fact, pattern recognition is one of the hallmarks of intelligence. We categorize things constantly. We categorize music, literature, politics, sports, professions, regions, cultures, and historical eras. Not because we hate each other, but because understanding differences helps us understand ourselves.
The Baby Boomers were originally lumped into a single generation spanning roughly 20 years. That’s a huge group of people.
Someone born in 1946 had a very different experience from someone born in 1964.
The older Boomers remember Eisenhower, the early years of the Cold War, and, as young adults, the height of the counterculture movement.
I was born in late 1962. JFK was buried on my first birthday. I wasn’t a hippie. I wasn’t at Woodstock. By the time I was entering adulthood, America was dealing with stagflation, gas lines, sky high mortgage rates, and a very different economy.
Those experiences shape people.
That’s why the Generation Jones conversations have been so much fun.
For the first time, thousands of people are saying, “Wait a minute. That’s exactly how I remember it.”
We’re remembering rotary phones, typewriters, station wagons, lawn darts, latchkey afternoons, riding our bikes until dark, and growing up in the strange space between the analog and digital worlds.
Nobody is required to identify with Generation Jones.
Nobody is being excluded.
But the response has been remarkable because so many people finally feel seen.
And honestly, that’s what I’ve enjoyed most.
Not the labels.
The stories.
The memories.
The realization that millions of us had similar experiences and somehow found each other on the internet fifty years later.
It’s been one of the most unexpectedly joyful things I’ve ever posted about, and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.