OK not really, but bragging about our parents advantages isn't that much different than bragging about our own.That's not the vibe I'm getting from most of the pictures and commenters... it's more along the lines of, "my parents were normal people but, in their own way, were pretty cool back in their younger days." It's that the ugly father who worked in a steel mill used to be a young, handsome single guy with a cool car who was charming enough to marry the nice cheerleader who now works as a waitress. Even my above-mentioned flapper grandmother was a young immigrant who grew up in a tenement in Manhattan's Lower East Side and then Brooklyn before being orphaned. Doesn't mean she wasn't pretty awesome and hip, even!
I think he was hating on some of the commenters here, some of which did come off as rather privileged.So what if they were privileged? Part of the point of these stories is that they give us a window into interesting lives of people -- our parents -- that is in a certain way really at odds with the way we see them now.
I need to dig up the awesome picture of my father wearing his turtleneck/beret/tweed-jacket-with-elbow-patches combo standing holding a shovel smoking a pipe. With an awesome moustache. It's pretty great.then it's a sign that he has lived a sad, sad life pissed off at everyone else.
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