Disney also slammed baby boomers’ attitudes toward millennials, who are less financially stable than previous generations and are dealing with the ever-growing threat of climate change.
“And the more often you object to Millenials’ understandable resentment toward a generation that has selfishly poisoned their water, blown past every climate warning so they could drive their stupid hummers, and looked away or worse for sexual, racial and economic injustice, the more you prove their point that you just don’t understand anything of value to them,” she wrote. “Look, these kids are facing down a rising tide (literally) of changes that threatens everything you and I taught them to hold dear.”
“How about you guys sit the f— down and let the kids drive,” she added.
She concluded: “Get over the idea that all things pass, you are old and you need to let history do what history does: move on.”
“Nice try, Ms Disney, but I honestly don’t think millennials are more virtuous than the Boomer generation before them who thought we were all going to die. In fact, these millenials are still driving, still moving to the suburbs to raise kids, still choosing a lifestyle they can’t afford- all while telling someone else that they can’t. Why, it’s as if the two generations are the same. No wonder they are fighting. The more helpful approach might be to actually understand we can’t move on from history, we can just hope not to repeat the worst parts of the world’s history- something both liberal boomers and millennials seem hell-bent on doing.”
I’m spooling up for a stemwinder on the whole idea of turning generations into identity groups.
Boomers are guilty as hell…of turning their kids over to leftist scumbags for indoctrination, of standing back as leftist scumbags turned pop culture and media into a weapon.
That being said, millennials are not helpless. They’re young adults. No one is forcing them to put on wigs and floppy shoes to join clown world..
Who taught milennials to believe this hornswaggle?
Boomers.
I’m spooling up for a stemwinder on the whole idea of turning generations into identity groups.
Here, let me start you off. Almost no one has any idea at all of who belongs to what generation, what each generation went through, nor when each generation actually occupied positions of power/authority. This is in addition to the absolute rejection of responsibility by older generations for raising and teaching the younger generations for better but mostly worse.
And from this basis, Democrats will thoughtlessly and heedlessly try to split society into still more identity groups which are encouraged to view each other with suspicion or animosity or even hatred. This so Democrats can pretend to settle the waters of discontent by bribing the various groups for votes. As the Democrat experiments with racial identity groups and gender identity groups and sexual orientation identity groups has shown, they have no idea what they’re doing and they are rewarded with votes so they can continue to sabotage society.
I hate my generation so much its to the point wehere I have almost given up on finding a millenial woman, now that gen Z women are legal to date (the oldest ones at least). And Swiftee is 100% right the only reason I wasnt a victim of this is because 9/11 shaped my politics at a really formative age (just turned 15 the month prior).
I was born in 1960. That means that my upbringing was shaped by World War 2 & the cold war, but not by Vietnam. I went to public school in the Twin Cities suburbs. In those days the political indoctrination was what I suppose was New Deal Democrat. Lincoln was a hero; unions were good, government was the tool that working people used to level the playing field with rich people, especially business owners. God made men to work and to fight in wars, and God made girls to have babies and make a home for their family. There was little or no discussion of civil rights as they presently conceived. You loved your country because it was the best country. Other countries were mostly poor and envious of the US.
You rarely met immigrants. The people you knew who spoke with accents were elderly, and the accents were Central or Eastern European.
This is an entirely legitimate cultural background. It is not crippling or stunted. The current generation is no more “enlightened” or “woke” than I am.
MP, that’s an amazingly accurate recollection. I grew up in a small town in Southeastern Minnesota so I’d add two things: we knew we were winning the war because Walter Cronkite recited the body counts on the news every night, and I never saw a racial minority in person until I went to college (I saw them on television, rioting, and furtive glimpses in National Geographic magazines).
There was no Privilege in being White – everybody was White – so get off your lazy a** and get to work.
Hey, remember when we said, “Don’t trust anyone over 30,” or sang along with, “We’ll fight our parents out in the streets to find who’s right and who’s wrong”?
That’s a great segue, NW. The movie, Wild In the Streets from 1968. Used that “vibe” that over 30 is bad:
We’re gonna make 30 a mandatory retirement age. And we’re gonna set up rehabilitation camps, mercy centers, in every state of the union. Citizens will report to them after five years, at the age of 35. And there, in groovy surroundings, we’re gonna psych ’em all out on LSD, babies. That way, they’re not gonna hurt you and they’re not gonna hurt me and, babies, they’re not even gonna hurt themselves anymore. They want drafters, we’ll draft them! And some of ’em are really gonna dig it and that’s gonna be the real mother-lovin’ gas. There’s gonna be cats that want to split from taxes, Diners Club. Crazy birds. Crazy wives and crazy husbands. Millions, troops. But, millions are gonna go willingly! This time they don’t owe nobody nothin’. And baby, what a wrap up!
Movie was made by, written by, starred in by the Silent generation (the predecessors of Boomers; people at the time over 30 or nearly so).
I go by a new motto. Dont trust anyone under 40. It has served me very well/
jdm, I was pretty little when that movie came out but I think the grooviest thing about it was Richard Pryor, pre-stardom days.
The funny part is, in the current year it looks like it’s the 35 and under crowd that is psyched out on LSD, baby.
Swiftee, I agree.
I’m old enough to remember seeing the trailer at the drive-in, but the film looked silly. Like it was intended for teens who didn’t exist. I never saw it… actually that reminds me of something related.
You youngin’s probably don’t know that back in the sixties, when Hollywood wanted to create “groovy happenings” that all “the kids” were “digging”, they would hire some “cool cats” from the jazz world who would play what they *thought* “the kids” would like. Something like this. It always had the opposite effect and so one of the reasons the Beatles movies and the Monkees TV show did so well is that they played real music that “the kids” were listening to.
One more thing I should mention about growing up working-class in the 60s and 70s.
Our parents were poorer than we were at our age. Smaller house, only one car, hand-me-down clothes and bowl cuts. No TV, of course, just a single radio.
Many of our parents grew up on the farm, and they would tell us about the hard work they did before and after school. And we knew that our grandparents had been poorer yet. I had a grandfather who was born to family of sharecroppers in Georgia. He was one of thirteen kids, only ten of whom survived past childhood. They lived in a tarpaper shack. Grandpa started smoking as a pre-teen because his family was paid in tobacco for their work.
We also knew that in our grandparents’ early years people like us did not have cars. They had horse carts or mule carts for short journeys, and trains for long journeys.
So we had something many of the Millennials do not have — assurance that we were richer than our parents and grandparents, and would grow richer with the passing years.
MP
I hear ya, bro.
I grew up in Bloomington during the 60s-72 when I enlisted in the Air Force.
My dad was a farm kid from southwestern MN and my mom was a coal miner’s daughter from Springfield, IL. They met while my dad was in the Army in the DC area. Both came from large families and neither had more than a high school education.
My dad was a union construction dude, died at 44 of a heart attack. Mom worked retail and clerical jobs. Both were Democrats their entire lives, but they are likely turning in their graves with what their party has become. I was the oldest of six and my mom raised my four youngest siblings on her own and never remarried. We always had two cars, but a new car was just a different one. I also remember once when I was in 8th grade over hearing my mom telling my dad that she didn’t know how they were going to make the house payment; $113.00.
Anyway, I had about 2 semesters of college, courtesy of the G.I. Bill. Neither of my brothers have any college, but both are union slaves. My three sisters all got college degrees, with one getting her Masters. Funny though, only my Italian twin brother (we were 13 months apart in age), is a Democrat. Of course, he is a virulent unionista.
If someone would have told me coming out of the military, that I would do as well as I have, I wouldn’t have believed them. My wife, a big hypocrite liberal, also did not go to college and she’s always done very well, employment and comp wise, too. All of my sibs have done very well, too.
My mom passed two years ago at 87 after suffering with Alzheimer’s for the last four years of her life. Only she knew how well we all turned out.
Do you know what the Millies really love? When you respond to their online “Ok Boomer” summation with, “Shush, dear, the adults are talking.”
(And please, you please punctuate your trenchant rebuttal properly? It should be, “Ok, Boomer.”
I’m a boomer all right. Born in 1950. My Dad was career Navy, spent a number of months near the Arctic preparing to shoot Polaris nukes at the Soviets and probably die in the process. He was the captain. So we all expected nuclear war to put an end to things by about 1970. In college, of course I didn’t want to go to Vietnam. All I can say is the easiest way to end a war is to lose it. I believed the doomsayers who claimed we were going to run out of fossil fuels by the mid 80s. And of course nobody in his right mind wanted to build more nuclear power plants. Three Mile Island! The China Syndrome! As the Grateful Dead sang, it was a long strange trip. Needless to say, I’m searching for my tiny violin when a Millennial weeps about how badly we (meaning boomers) have done. If we let the current generation of snowflakes lead us into socialist hell, I will have to agree with her.