Thoughts?
Two thanksgivings ago, I was in LA talking with my best friend from high school's mom. Old hippie lady. Like san fran in the 60's, drugs, sit in's, protests, arrests, kind of hippie. I love her dearly, she had a huge influence on me growing up. She married a guy who was not. Central valley rancher/orange grower/proud right wing nut. They had the most amazing fights, but they loved each other and found peace, somehow, until the day he died. She told me that thanksgiving that she had lost hope, that the political system was irrevocably broken, in her mind. If Sherry, could live through that era, be married for 30+ years to that raging a-hole Jim Hocker, and just now be losing hope, I found impossible to believe. I thought maybe age and/or drug use had finally caught up. I'm starting to think maybe she was right. But I was born in 1978, probably what most historians might consider a very good time to be white, middle class, in America, so when I look around and see what I consider to be some of the more fundamental, turbulent struggles of my life time, I'm aware that the bar might be set quite a bit higher for me. I wonder what those of you (admittedly a small group here on teh ) might say when contrasting now with then.
Edit: In very much the same vein, this makes for sort of an interesting read.
Two thanksgivings ago, I was in LA talking with my best friend from high school's mom. Old hippie lady. Like san fran in the 60's, drugs, sit in's, protests, arrests, kind of hippie. I love her dearly, she had a huge influence on me growing up. She married a guy who was not. Central valley rancher/orange grower/proud right wing nut. They had the most amazing fights, but they loved each other and found peace, somehow, until the day he died. She told me that thanksgiving that she had lost hope, that the political system was irrevocably broken, in her mind. If Sherry, could live through that era, be married for 30+ years to that raging a-hole Jim Hocker, and just now be losing hope, I found impossible to believe. I thought maybe age and/or drug use had finally caught up. I'm starting to think maybe she was right. But I was born in 1978, probably what most historians might consider a very good time to be white, middle class, in America, so when I look around and see what I consider to be some of the more fundamental, turbulent struggles of my life time, I'm aware that the bar might be set quite a bit higher for me. I wonder what those of you (admittedly a small group here on teh ) might say when contrasting now with then.
Edit: In very much the same vein, this makes for sort of an interesting read.