Boomers love playing the work martyr. They’ve wrapped their entire sense of identity in working, their role at work, and some strange dogged determination that such a way of life has greater value than time spent with their family, children, friends, or pursuing any non-work interests.
And now huge swathes of them have nothing but their grinding mentality, as their family has splintered, their children have gone no-contact, and they have nothing of their Self to fall back on. It’s why they still perch on the upper rungs of our political and corporate ladders, punching down at anything they don’t understand.
Yup, boomers took the easy way out and drowned themselves in work rather than organize to change the system.
I know this is a hot take but boomers who don’t even know how to live without working after they have been on this planet for decades are pathetic, second in blame only to the cruel system that diminished them to shadows of their past selves.
Speaking to boomers here - shut up, turn your TV set to fox news off and take up birding or something else actually real, your work identity is a flimsy illusion of self, you need to actively explore who you are not contract it out to your job you old hateful, childish vampires of humanities’ future.
…and yes before the inveitable “not all Boomers!”, I know.
My grandpa didn’t understand fiction. He grew up in a company town and was working in the mines after he completed sixth grade (12 years old). It was and is truly sad. He’d say things like why would you bother with that nonsense when someone mentioned watching a movie or reading a book.
After he was forced to retire due to dementia, he drove to the places he worked to talk to the workers about work. He did this every weekday. Dementia progressed, as it does. After far too many fender benders and running out of gas a few times in the middle of nowhere, his wife and daughter had to take the keys. After that he watched TV. He watched mostly the news, fox news and NBC nightly news. Occasionally the history channel. It was “real” so it was all that mattered.
We hardly had anything to talk about. We were politically and religiously opposite. I will say he was a union man and lifelong Democrat, so at least he wouldn’t have been down with any of the shit going on these days. I had dropped out of college and didn’t get a good paying job until after he died, so I was just a failure.
But. We finally connected when I got him to watch the show Survivorman with Les Stroud. He loved that shit. It was real.
Boomers love playing the work martyr. They’ve wrapped their entire sense of identity in working, their role at work, and some strange dogged determination that such a way of life has greater value than time spent with their family, children, friends, or pursuing any non-work interests.
And now huge swathes of them have nothing but their grinding mentality, as their family has splintered, their children have gone no-contact, and they have nothing of their Self to fall back on. It’s why they still perch on the upper rungs of our political and corporate ladders, punching down at anything they don’t understand.
Yup, boomers took the easy way out and drowned themselves in work rather than organize to change the system.
I know this is a hot take but boomers who don’t even know how to live without working after they have been on this planet for decades are pathetic, second in blame only to the cruel system that diminished them to shadows of their past selves.
Speaking to boomers here - shut up, turn your TV set to fox news off and take up birding or something else actually real, your work identity is a flimsy illusion of self, you need to actively explore who you are not contract it out to your job you old hateful, childish vampires of humanities’ future.
…and yes before the inveitable “not all Boomers!”, I know.
My grandpa didn’t understand fiction. He grew up in a company town and was working in the mines after he completed sixth grade (12 years old). It was and is truly sad. He’d say things like why would you bother with that nonsense when someone mentioned watching a movie or reading a book.
After he was forced to retire due to dementia, he drove to the places he worked to talk to the workers about work. He did this every weekday. Dementia progressed, as it does. After far too many fender benders and running out of gas a few times in the middle of nowhere, his wife and daughter had to take the keys. After that he watched TV. He watched mostly the news, fox news and NBC nightly news. Occasionally the history channel. It was “real” so it was all that mattered.
We hardly had anything to talk about. We were politically and religiously opposite. I will say he was a union man and lifelong Democrat, so at least he wouldn’t have been down with any of the shit going on these days. I had dropped out of college and didn’t get a good paying job until after he died, so I was just a failure.
But. We finally connected when I got him to watch the show Survivorman with Les Stroud. He loved that shit. It was real.