life can be pretty cool because you can get a bagel – but there’s also the horrors

me, 97:
“There used to be this thing they called ‘surf­ing the web’. Any­one could make a web­site, and show up in search re­sults. There was this one I liked called, ‘You’re The Man Now, Dog’ and there was this cat, on a key­board …”

them:
“Okay, grand­ma. Let’s get you to bed.”
 

Some­times

I wish to trav­el back to the past,
but then I re­mem­ber how boomers would act like I was the most ridicu­lous en­ti­tled lit­tle snot for ask­ing, “Why can’t I just do this all on­line?” to every sin­gle kind of thing that is su­per nor­mal to do on­line now.

And how the lit­tle baby T‑shirts went up into my armpits,
all the vi­sors were up­side-down,
and the al­bums were down­loaded one track at a time,
to the full-sized desk­top some­one dragged to the par­ty to play mu­sic off of.

It was a dark era.
 

Watch­ing
old cig­a­rette com­mer­cials from my par­ents’ time is wild.

I hope one day fu­ture gen­er­a­tions will get to feel this way about ads for pre­scrip­tion drugs and ones tar­get­ed di­rect­ly at chil­dren.

—bwargh von mod­nar

Flom­mist Bwargh von Mod­nar is. Copy­right © 2023 Bwargh von Mod­nar. Top pic­ture: I don’t know where this im­age orig­i­nat­ed, but it eas­es my suf­fer­ing.

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