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- JayFlex reacts to Millennials Are Still The Stupidest Generation. Brad Upton
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Young Boomer here. I had a bully when I was in 2nd grade. She was relentless
When I told dad what was going on, he showed me how to take care of a bully. Next time she picked on me, I took care of her and she never bothered me again.
Nowadays, I would have been suspended and would have to take anger management classes.
When we say you are soft emotionally, that's what we're talking about. We would never, ever have one of our parents coming to school to talk about the bully. That would be a cowardly act, and I, for one, would have died a thousand deaths.
@@lmb1962 Correct.
Right?!? I had the same thing happen to me
As a Gen-Xer, I imagine us as those new born sea turtles, birthed in the sand, trying to make it to the sea. As we flapped our way to the ocean, predators got us from all ends. Many of our friends didn't make it.
I watched as my friend's 6 y.o. little sister was flung off the merry go round then rolled under. My brother jumped off and with another kid stopped the thing and got her out. She survived, with both femurs and maybe her hips broken. I moved away before Leah got her cast off, so I don't know how well she healed, but it was complete half-body plaster cast with a stick between her legs to hold them apart. Her mom had to help her toilet in a pan.
That's just one kind of battle scar from Gen X days. No wonder there are so few of us!
I knew a kid in my class in the 80s who got hit by a car and got dragged 200 feet. He amazingly survived but lost a lot of function in his right hand and had to learn out to write with his left hand.
But families had extra children. Dark I know 😂
@@AP-gb3ehBoomer had many siblings, enormous family’s. And the had a stay at home mom. Not Gen-X.
Two of my childhood friends were killed in accidents. One flew a kite into power lines, and the other was playing around between subway cars (NYC) and tried to hang off the side of the train. Got clobbered by a passing sign. RIP Joshua and Omar.
Back in the 1960s when I was a kid if you got hurt and it wasn’t a broken bone you were told to get up and “walk it off”. If you cryed for anything less than dismemberment you would have everybody you walked by in school make sniffling sounds and ask if you needed your mommy. Not necessarily better times, just different. I think it better prepared you for life, life will kick your ass, it’s better to understand from the start that when bad stuff happens to you the worlds not going to stop turning just because your unhappy. I’ve watched kids nowadays come unglued it the Wifi goes down.
We could laugh at each other good naturedly but more importantly, at ourselves. Never was it intended to be mean. Friends were too important, social interaction was too important. Being mean got you no friends and word got around fast.
None of that was true in my school. I'm Gen-X by the way.
66 years old. We had a blast when we were kids. 5 year olds could leave the house in the morning and maybe come home for lunch or eat lunch at a friend's house. Had to stay in the neighborhood. Climbed trees, drank from the water hose, had knives, etc. etc.
As children, we raised each other and helped each other figure out life which is why we have a tremendous sense of loyalty to our friends. I still hang out with those "kids" as we all approach 60. We just don't beat the crap out of each other anymore, lol.
I love the humor because it's relatable. I'm GenX and my parents are Boomers, and we grew up in a different time for sure!!
I'm a Gen Xer who grew up in a small town in Idaho. At our school, we had pocket knives on us all the time. 95% of the vehicles in the parking lot were unlocked, and 90% of those had multiple loaded firearms in them. Sometimes, we'd come into school with a gun on us. The teacher would tell us to go put it back in the car.
Back then we laughed at each other. We roasted each other. It's called bullying now. Bwahahaha. We pranked each other. And did not need a safe space
The difference is we knew it was in jest... In the same way families will tease one another. We knew that kind of so called "Bullying" from our friends wasn't malicious, it was out of a kind of love for each other. And the nick names were more like terms of endearment. It helped to take the power out of anything real bullies might say too. The teasing and nick names would still sting occasionally, but I think it helped us to develop thicker skin as well.
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" - Aimer's mom, probably.
My folks were so proud when I demonstrated the gunpowder I made by following the instructions in the chemistry set they gave me for my tenth birthday. I had to make and grind my own charcoal. I didn't even get in trouble with mum for using the mortar and pestle from the kitchen.
Ha! Shop class, day 1. Teacher sets the rules of class 1) pay attention and try your best. 2) Cussing is allowed except a couple of words or name calling. 3) Most important rule--"If you fight in class (walks behind desk pulls out a pipe) I'm too old to stop you or separate y'all, so I will just tap you both on the head with this and when you wake up you can explain it to the principle".....no fights ever happened.
I was born in 1964 the Last year of the Baby Boomers. I am 60 years old and he was right about nicknames and about responses to bullying. I was given the Nickname Bulldozer. i was the slowest runner in the neighborhood but when we were playing tag I would run into them as they were tagging me. They got knocked down and I would tag them back. After a couple rounds of that the other kids would say I won and we would play something else.
I was bullied in class until one day in the Seventh Grade in the Locker room after Gym Class a guy grabs me and starts to try to ram my head into the Locker. I reverse the hold and slammed his head into the Locker and knee him in the Back. The Gym Teacher saw what happened and broke it up and told us it was considered part of Gym Class. He told the other guy if you are going to Bully people don't be shocked if someone fights back.
In the Eighth grade after school 5 guys try to beat me up at my Locker to take My Basketball. I swing my Lock hit the head Bully in the Head he falls down the other kids run. The Lady Teacher across the hall said I was defending myself. The guy I hit was the Son of the Assistant Principal. He ended up getting suspended by his mom and given a Spanking at Home. He got Stitches and his mom made him apologize to me.
When everyone found out about what happened and who my Two Cousins were who had also fought back at other schools they quit bullying.
Older Gen-Xer here. The street I lived on as a kid, was on a bit of a hill. We loved playing Dodgeball, but if the ball got passed the lowest kid in the alley, it was gone as none of us could run fast enough to catch it before it reached the bottom and rolled across the rather busy street. To solve this problem, we started playing Dodgeball with Frisbees. That way, even if it got passed us, it would skid to a stop and we could retrieve it. But let me tell you something, if you think that red rubber ball stung when it smacked you in the face, try taking the edge of a hard plastic Frisbee to the bridge of your nose, or between the eyes.
We were just built different.
I think the last official rock fight was in 1988.
I remember consciously choosing not to be in another one cuz 'I always get hurt', meaning, too many rocks to the face.
Jesus what a childhood...
The thing is, we were given more freedom from the start and also were expected to learn from our mistakes. Past generations grew up much younger, in a lot of ways. I remember wandering around a fair (where my mother owned a booth) from the age of 4 or 5, all day long and only checking in if i wanted something. That memory seems terrifying by today's standards but i had zero fear, what i did have was instinct, back then (late 70s) we developed instincts, the ability to sense that a person or situation was bad and leave. Obviously this didn't work for everyone, every time. But honestly, i really think that the lack of freedom and that Z and Alpha and a lot of millennials generally have been given has been a serious disservice. Maybe a middle ground?
Also, I 100% believe that there is a correlation between the zero tolerance fighting policies and school shootings. Back when I was in school, if you got in a fight at school, a teacher broke it up, if it was a bad fight they called your parents, if you picked the other guy up and shoved him head first into a vending machine(breaking the glass) you got a month at the alternative school. I believe that if we let kids get their aggression out they won't be nearly as likely to lose it and kill people. Now, the teachers as well as other students would "referee" fights, in that it had to be one-on-one, no weapons, pretty evenly matched and it was broken up as soon as one person clearly had won the fight.
BTW... even after being raised that way, I was far from a helicopter parent, i believed that my kids needed to explore, climb trees, make forts in dog pens, whatever, but just be kids!
If there was a wooded area nearby, there was usually some kind of small shack with a box of Playboys.
I think Johnny Pornseed placed them all by hand.
The nicknames for injuries or accidents are spot on! My husband was called “Freewill” for many years after pushing the freewill button and crashing a huge heavy piece of metal to the floor! It was a miracle that no one got hurt but he got a new name that day.
In high school, my physical science teacher would fill a test tube with hydrogen gas and light it beside anyone who fell asleep in class. It was hilarious because the whole class would keep quiet and watch it play out. Same teacher often threw erasers at students who gave absolutely moronic answers. He made sure you were paying attention. lol…. Good times! He was one of my favorite teachers!
I had a social studies teacher that walked down the aisles as he was asking questions, if we got the answer wrong, he would "thump" us on the top of the head with his very large class ring. Consequence was real!
I had just answered a question in high school history and the teacher licked his finger and pressed it on the blackboard. He said my answer was so stupid that I couldn’t talk again until it dried. 😂
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We had Mrs. Jefferson with her "noogie ring" in gym. That f*cking hunk of metal, satan's ass wrapped around her claw-like digit.
And she hated mayonnaise.
Why tf do I remember that?
Gen X here and I grew up on a farm so we were a special breed of Gen X......I was out hunting rabbits at 4 with my older brothers with a bb riffle and I was 6 when I took my first gun safety course in our school gym and then went out with my deer riffle that year and shot my first deer. Can you imagine what would happen today if you saw a bunch of elementary kids in the school gym today with hunting rifles omg the swat team, the FBI and a military special ops team would probably be called in. We used to ride dirt bikes, three wheelers, and four wheelers all over the place. By the time I was 10 I was driving the Semi/Grain hauler during harvest time.
Old X here and right the cutting off of boomer. When he said blow things up he wasn't lying. We had firecrackers called m80s. Four of them equalled one stick of dynamite. You can use your imagination
And we had a manual for making these items, called The Anarchist's Cookbook.
My ex made an M80 by stuffing a (redacted) with (redacted) and blew a large crater in his backyard, which abutted a middle school play yard. During the school day.
Yeah the cops came but his family was rich and they're white, so he feigned ignorance and they bought it.
I miss m80's.
Yep blowing sh*t was the thing…. Mailboxes and trash cans were very popular items being replaced 😂😂
Steel pop cans duct-taped together to make tennis ball cannons. Combine with lighter fluid, BOOM!
@@dwaynewalstrom7588 or using a potato cannon 😂😂😂
It is true, most of us older folks could have died any day we were out roaming the neighborhood with our friends. No restrictions=stupid stunts. We are amazed that we survived too,
When I was a kid I used to climb 10 feet up into a tree because it was the quietest place to read a book. As a Gen Xer, Brad Upton is one of the funniest guys because I can relate to his jokes. This would cover both boomers and at least the earlier Gen X.
I used to run and jumped from limb to limb in the trees at twenty foot in the air.
Same! We played tree tag in the summer, great fun. If you fell, it was your own damn fault
We set up ramps and jumped over each other on dirt bikes or jumped over creeks. Blew up shit with quarter sticks of dynamite. Or broke into a couple of different swimming pools after midnight and did acid and partied until the sun came up. And every truck in the school parking lot had a rifle and a shotgun in the gun rack behind the seat. We all carried knives and when we got in a fight in gym the coach would make ua put on the boxing gloves and beat the piss out of each other. Big fun. We earned each other's respect in the 70's and 80's. Born in 1970. Graduated in 1988. I miss the music and my friends that have passed on. Bottoms up my peeps. ❤❤❤❤❤
4:30 I believe how you parent is a direct reaction to how you were parented. Sometimes we over-correct, sometimes we don't.
Three things that did not exist back then Add, food allergies and therapy unless you were crazy
Oh food allergies still existed, my grandmother (Silent Gen) was deathly allergic to aspartame and my Father (Boomer) was very very allergic to oysters. People just dealt with it and you really didn't hear about them unless you were direct family or close friends. Back then people simply kept their private lives private and didn't blast every single detail about themselves all over the internet.
Now that is not true, just because you didn’t know anyone who was allergic or in therapy does not mean they didn’t exist
@@LoveWinterMaineWoods there were a few but not like today where so many kids are allergic to peanut butter so bad schools won't let PBJ sandwiches in or parents can't send snacks to school. Let them adapt not the other way around
Something must have changed with our food. People are having a lot more food reactions than they used to have, at least in America. I wish people would take notice of it and demand more research why. There's not all these speciality allergen and gluten free foods everywhere for no reason. People were healthier in the 70s and 80s despite worse habits.
@@andromedaspark2241 I think that it could possibly link back to the amount and what kinds of preservatives we use in today's foods that we didn't use to. I mean, my grandmother was deathly allergic to aspartame, which is not something she would have encountered until it was invented in 1965 and she was already an adult by that time.
5:33 I lived that childhood in the 80s into adulthood and I still don’t know how I survived 😂😂😂😂
💙 I love watching your videos! About nicknames, my dad is from a large family and his oldest brother was my Uncle Mickey. Uncle Mickey was like 17 years older than my dad and a very stern military veteran. EVERYONE called him Mickey. So imagine my surprise, when my mother gave me a list of family members names and addresses, to write out my graduation invites, and he wasn't on there! I asked my mom why and she looked confused then pointed to the name "Joseph". Who is Joseph?? Turns out he got the name Mickey in school because his ears stuck out so much! The name stuck, even in his family. My whole life, no one called him Joseph! 😂
This is why we are one of the most hilarious and joyful generations ever! Gen Xers all grew up with these things and injuries and people just said it like it was! I still do that, but not at work! 😝
I totally love that comedian... So smart. So quick-witted and yet funny
We let our children get hurt.
We warned them, told them about what happened when we, or one of our friends got hurt, doing this or that.
They NEVER listened of course, so they ended up like we did, lol, in a cast, or maybe suspended.
We survived by Natural Selection! Not all of us made it, hahaha
Battle scars?
A deep mistrust of any group of people and the darkest sense of humor you will ever see.
There's your f*cking battle scars.
❤ luv ya!
😂 true.
That's why us older folks don't go for this pronoun business. You don't tell us your pronouns, we tell you.
So, now you see WHY the GenX childhood was as it was :)
My middle school social studies teacher would throw jokes at us for being late to class since his class started after lunch. For us guys it was, "you yank too hard and get caught in your zipper?" and for girls it was, "was it that time of the month?" level jokes. We would all wait to see who came in late and get roasted, then all have a good laugh.
He was one of the most down to earth teachers I ever had.
Remember that the Gen X around now are the ones who survived. We're the OG "hold my beer" generation, and we didn't survive due to caution. Part toughness part dumb luck.
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Everyone gets nicknames, even still from me😂😂😂 i have different nicknames from different peeps throughout my life
You can call me anything, except late for dinner 😊
He is hilarious snort 😂😂😂😂😂
Sooo many scars, but mostly from kitchen life 💙🔪🔥
Thanks for the laughing i will check more out by him
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Perpetual knee scabs.
The kid got clocked by clock.
Slim, Cruel, Bugs, Bear, Vidock, Hebbro, Tuborg, Boyka, Drew, Mouse, Boat , Geisil, Jinx, Cap and more were the nicknames in our group and still are today (Many were of Finnish descent, hence the strangeness of some of the nicknames) "Buffalo Bill" was a local who had a pet Buffalo he used to ride into town on occasion.
My nickname was professor goofy given to me by 2nd grade teacher
We survived because humans are not as weak as people in 2024 let you believe. We don't let words hurt us, we don't accuse people of bullying if they ignore us. We simply had enough shit going on in our own lives to not care what others thought or did.
He's not wrong about the nickname thing!! In my friend group if you didn't have a nickname it meant that no one really liked you that much lol.
Every school had a bully, and the way Clock & the teacher dealt with it was the only way. You taught the bully who they could and couldn't mess with. Lesson learned.
My bully was named Alan, and he was a scrawny kid in the third grade. He pestered me one time too many, and I hit him in the head with my metal lunchbox on the playground. He never bothered or even spoke to me again. Again... lesson learned.
I climbed trees, fell out of said trees, rode a bike with no helmet, played on my own on 10 acres of woodland and survived. Most of us survived.💙💙💙
We had consequences for our actions. All this was done in good nature. If you were actually mean, word got around fast and you had no friends.
I was Lurch because I was tall really young and my best friend was short (he was Runt).
Gen Xers wear their parental neglect trauma like a badge of honor and it's a little concerning 🤣
Ruthless yeah you gotta love that! Kids nowadays are way too soft and sensitive, gotta have a little spunk that's what makes life interesting, not the virtue signalling and pandering to spineless souls 😂😂😂 stop taking yourselves so serious it squeezes out all the fun!
Ehh spend enough time in retail and most of the soft and sensitive types look just like him. Plenty of boomers who regress acting like full blown children when they don't get what they want. I have no problem pulling a old man over my knee pulling down their pants and spanking their childish asses. Lot of this so called respect your elders nonsense is pandering to grown ass children masquerading as adults who should know better.
No one to help or watch after you, You were brave and you had handle what ever happened, you were on your own.
We are still this ruthless and training our grandkids to be the same....😂. That was exactly what my coach would have said. We have to go back to this.
We adapted, we weren’t easily offended and we accepted. Things were funny not offensive.
A fight broke out in my school in about 1970, our games teacher got 2 sets of boxing gloves and let them continue to slug it out on the playground with about 100 of us watching.
People used to call each other out tonight at school. We never told our parents. You just showed up and did your best. There was a general consensus that telling on the bullies would just lead to endless bullying, so you just learned to fight. Once the bullies saw that you would fight back, that usually settled things for that school year. Oof. I wouldn’t want to go back to that.
The Dry Bar Comedy Club is in Provo, Utah and is a religious-based (Mormon/LDS) club. No alcohol is served and all the comedians have to have clean comedy with no swear/cuss words or cannot make jokes about smoking or getting high or drunk.
I've seen episodes of this club where the management pulls the comedian off the stage to "have a talking to" before letting them continue.
This Gen Xer had Boomers like this guy as parents. My parents were our first bullies. My dad wished he could have Al Bundy's mouth in real-life, instead, he lived vicariously through the show.
One time my dad, brother and I were all playing in a shallow river when my brother slipped and fell hard on his ass. My dad was less than sympathetic and when my 9 y.o. brother protested, "The butt is a muscle! That hurt!" my dad started calling him ButtMuscle. Dad called him that well into his teen years.
And yes, there was domestic violence of our parents toward us if we spoke like that back to them when they were mean and sarcastic to us. My mother would grab your ear and drag you into the bathroom to receive either a bar of soap or just a squirt of handsoap into your mouth. If you clenched your jaw shut she would dig her nails into your cheeks and make you open up. My dad pushed my brother down a half flight of stairs and broke his arm.
My gen x stepdaughter would have called child protection services on me if I'd done anything close to that. She was the demon seed. 👹
A friend of mine while we were all out drinking at like 3 am back in like 1991 where i live there is an old war fort that watches over the harbor up in a city in southern mass. And you could squeeze through the windows and go inside. its was 3 floors. But the middle was open and the floors went around the outside of the room. He fell off the 3rd floor and landed on the 3rd floor. Broke his arm and leg. We spray painted around his body before he got up and his New Name forever was Superman. LOL ill never forget that. He was laying in pain and they outlined him in chalk like he was dead. Good times.
All 3 of my children are millennials, and i raised th😅em to be independent. That's the way I was raised, and I came out okay. Also, I knew that if anything happened to me, they would be okay.
I don't know his name but he's hilarious
Darwinism was alive and well in those times!
Back in the 70’s and 80’s when I grew up, our teachers were just like that. We also got swats with a big wooden paddle at school for misbehaving but guess what we didn’t have that many problems because there was discipline at school and at home and your mommy and daddy were not going to whine or complain or sue the school on your behalf. We had a kid named John in our class in Jr. High and his mother was our school secretary. Anyway we were in English class and he was misbehaving and our teacher took him out in the hallway to give him swats with one of his many paddles. He had one for every season. He had a Christmas Tree for December, a heart for February, etc., also he would rate how hard he spanked you by putting your name, the date and a Richter scale number like 5.2 on the paddle next to your name. Anyway while out in the hallway with John, his mother came down the hallway with some papers from the office and our teacher explained that he was about to give her son John swats and John’s mother said “if he deserves them then give them to him” and kept on walking. So he got swats. Next period was Reading class and our reading teacher was a huge woman and John was being kind of a joker/jerk in class and our Reading teacher finally had enough of his remarks and she told John to “make my day” like the old Clint Eastwood phrase and John just as quick as you please said “what, give you a donut?” She immediately took him out in the hallway for swats and again here comes John’s mom down the hallway and the teacher says to her “I really hate to give your son swats but he has a mouth that won’t quit today” and John’s mom says “give them to him” and kept on walking. He had back to back swats in the same day by two different teachers and his mom didn’t blink an eye about it but that’s how we all were raised. You listened to authority and that meant your teachers too and if you got in trouble at school, your parents were not coming to your defense. More than likely you were going to get a spanking at home too if you got one at school. It was a 2 for 1 special at our house. If you did something to get swats at school then you automatically were getting one at home too. Needless to say, me and my two brothers did not ever get in trouble at school. We were taught to fight our own battles too. We had two brothers in our school bus that would pick on me and my two younger brothers every day on the bus. I kept coming home and complaining to my mom and dad and my dad finally said I’m sick of hearing about this. If you don’t like it then stand up to him. My dad said I don’t want you starting a fight just to be fighting and mean but I expect you to stand up for yourself. Otherwise I don’t want to hear anymore about this. So I knew what I was going to have to do. I was a 5th grader at the time, the one boy was in my class but his older brother which was the worst bully of the two was in 7th grade. Did I mention I’m a girl? I was scared to death but I knew the next time he picked on us I needed to stand up to him or shut up and live with the bullying. So next week sure enough he started picking on us and I told him to stop numerous times and he didn’t so I finally told him if he didn’t stop I was going to punch him and he laughed and then went right on tormenting us so I asked my little brother to hold my books and I hauled off and punched him as hard as I could in the face. He fell back holding his nose and in shock as he didn’t believe for a second I would do that. His younger brother started laughing his head off and saying you got punched by a girl. Once he got over the shock, he punched me right in the eye and it hurt so bad but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of crying in front of him. So I held my tears in. He then sat down and left us alone. We all got off the bus at our home bus stop and I went home and told my dad what happened so my dad went out to the edge of our yard and waited for them to come out of the meat market/candy store where our bus stop was at. These two boys always went into the store when they got off the bus to get sodas and candy and then they would cut through our yard on the way to their house so my dad was waiting at the corner edge of our yard. They came out the back door of the store and saw my dad standing there and they turned right around and walked the long way home from that point on and they never picked on us on the school bus again. I learned a valuable lesson that day and that was, when you’re scared don’t let it keep you from doing what is right even if you get beat up. It sets a precedent with bullies that they don’t want to take another chance on getting punched again and now they know you’re a fighter even if you’re smaller and even if they can beat you, they don’t like people who fight back because they are truly cowards. It made me understand that there will be tough times, hard times in life ahead but I can make it and even if I’m scared I still need to stand up for what is right come what may even if I take a beating for it. I’ve never been in another fight but I’ve never backed down from one either. I’ve found that if I stand up even when the odds are against me then the other person decides they don’t want to fight after all. I’m 56 years old now and that was one of the best lessons my dad ever taught me. We so badly need to get the parents and youth in our Country back to these kind of values where children respect authority, where there’s discipline at home and at school and where kids learn to handle their own problems with good parental guidance in those matters.
My brother had a chemistry set with a rocket , he blew it right into the ceiling ,yes he burned his hands , my mom was pissed her response does it hurt Good! What did you expect would happen! I used to climb out the second floor window and shimmy down a tree for a laugh, yes I fell , yes kept doing it 😂😂😂
I dunno, I'm a millennial, I'm 36 and his generation sounds a lot like me and my friends. We were never inside and building dens, making rope swings, having rock fights. Gene x and millennials blend together, I had a friend called bombhead and another called whitehead. My parents had to send out search parties for me and kids would attack our alcoholic teachers with furniture. Different times.
Yes school was very different. Here in the United States before all the mass shootings. There were no fences around the school. So you could walk in the front door and then out the back door
We had a public transport hub about a twenty minute walk from the school. You could go anywhere in the county including the beach 😅
Proud Gen Xer. That's the problem today, so many lessons are not learned. At school, if you mucked up, you got the cane across the hand. From 1 to 6. Now, the first lesson learned is from a magistrate, Too late by then. If you disrespected someone, you got a lesson in respect. I'm a firm believer in removing all warning labels. I think that this will thin out the crowd and stop the stupid from passing on their genes.
We had teachers getting into out and out fist fights with students.
7:50 my mom told me story how they had this very thin guy in school, flesh and bones, and he once ran into random class (where she was) pulled his shirt up to expose his ribs and shouted: class today we studying skeleton! ...and ran away🤷😆
We had a fat kid, well he wouldn't be fat by today's standards, but he had a stutter. He was called "Porky" as in Porky the Pig. Even 40 years later everybody knows him as Porky.
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Thank you 😊
More freedom, yes, but discipline, I am a WOODEN SPOON SURVIVOR! We had freedom, but you followed the rules or paid the price! I am 53 years old and have never been arrested, handcuffed, and the only time I have been the back of a law enforcement vehicle is during a winter storm. The officer gave me a ride home because my car wouldn't get me there. 😂😂😂😂😂
LMAO!!!! He say's "Aimer got his name from being a good aim". NOOOOOOO!!! Aimer got his name because he was BLOWING STUFF UP and damaged one EYE!! What was that comedian talking about Gen Z again. ......................Here's your sign. ROFL!!!! Lmao!!! They can't even follow a story. ROFL!!! And NO fighting wasn't always expelled situation. Our teachers would take both students out a side wing door and say you both got 2 mins to have at it. Then he's take you both to the principle . WHy?? Because they are WAY WISER than the teachers now. They knew that to boys get it out of there system they learn respect for each other they they'll both fight if need be. It was OVER RIGHT THERE. No harboring hate, no build up no School shootings. THEY WERE SMARTER THAN TODAYS TEACHERS! Zero tolerance causes DEATH!!! AND they knew it back then!
Well as a Gen Xer we just survived idk how but we did! Now we had some pretty sketchy snd tough people we had to deal with but we just did!
Add to a list of a few TV shows one of them is What's happening And the other is called welcome back Carter and a movie about how it was in the 60s, called Coolie High. Now.
For me bing and in the late seventies I was called country. Not for being from the country but because I was extremely bullied when I was young and everybody said I walked like I just came off a horse. They got their perspective from watching cowboy movies because everybody was from the inner city.
Gen X here I had a couple of friends who each had a nickname for me. If heard Bones I knew it was Joann calling me and if I Styx if was my friend Candi. I was really skinny like even as an adult. I gave birth to my son 8 lb 5 oz on a Saturday night. When I left the hospital the following Thursday I was wearing a 14 slim girls. Hell I didn’t graduate to adult clothing until I was 30 and it was a size 3.😂😂
I was 7 years old and I climbed up 15 feet, branch broke and I fell head first into a large rock. I think I am ok 🤪
Today’s buzzword is “bullying”. We called it, growing up. We don’t cry when someone calls us names. We don’t cry when someone disagrees with us. We don’t cry when someone tells us No. Because we were allowed to “grow up”.
We had bottle rocket fights in boats! We had rock fights in the allies with garbage can lids! It was a great time!
My nickname was half-pint,in middle school (I was little )high school it was half pint or wild child (if you said truth or dare, I was picking the dare every time,oh and the no fighting rule didn't happen till 2 yrs after I graduated
Kids now not being allowed to climb trees actually shocked me.
We come from the trees. We're supposed to climb them. I still do.
Clock "clocked' that bully!
We fought in school all the time. As long as there were no weapons the teachers stayed out of it.
Yes the teachers would let you fight a bully. They would say "you have learn to stand up for yourself". It was violent but it help resolve issues. Bullies learn their place and the bullied learn how to assert & standup for themselves. This eliminated school shootings. Because we all know if you don't stand up for yourself and you rent as teachers and you get that person in trouble they're going to return to school and bully you harder.
The bully: he clocked him! 😂
The one kid got clocked!
He sounds more like an Xer than a Boomer. Thus says 1971 GenX
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People today are far too sensitive about just about everything. Things weren't as big a deal back then. This can be good and bad. I think we need to be alert to the needs of others and to be kind, but sometimes it gets taken a little too far. And we all have to remember that when you go to see a comedy show, they are telling jokes. They aren't meant to be serious. We need to learn to laugh at ourselves.
We did have a lot of freedom. It was great!
Its funny how you keep saying you're trying to figure out how we survived and SO ARE WE😂
We had mini-bikes and we were chased by the police and never got caught, because we had places were police cars could not go! So we got away everytime time!😂😂😂
When i was 9 my teacher told a boy to get out of class because he was being cheeky, and then he picked up the desk and literally threw the desk out the door after him
No internet. We had lives. ❤😊
@JayFlex, that whole "way more sensitive these days" line of yours is why the older gens don't RESPECT the younger gens. The ability to laugh at yourself, enjoy being laughed at by your friends & vice versa is a character-building trait, the younger gens LACK. This is why younger gens come across as weak, pathetic, virtue signaling, crybabies, that want to bully others into caring about their fee fees. .JMO.
Yeah we're real ones not to mess with lol.
Dry Bar has tons of good stuff!!!
Kids weren't offended then.
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the stuff we got up too wude make gen z and malenells fant
LOL LOL.
Things have context, how is a comedian suppose to be funny if everything is off limits? What jokes would he/she be able to come up with? People need to stop being so sensitive, obviously saying thise things in a normal conversation would be bad but this person is a comedian and his/her job is to make fun of things! Would you pay money to go see a comedian who couldn't tell any jokes? Everyone needs to relax a bit on the PC crap!
They tried with that Hannah-Something lady. Not one joke was told, but she did get paid. Aussie, I believe.
@@NebadonAdams ugh. Horrid. Try Leanne Morgan. Or Sarah Millican.
@@NebadonAdams How much would we pay to go to a concert where they couldn't sing songs? Everything has context!
@@NebadonAdams The pendulum has swung to far!
He isn't wrong, the younger generations are too soft, always triggered and offended.
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This guy is not joking. I grew up like that as well and teacher said stuff like that well maybe you should keep your mouth shut next time.