Date: Fri, 6 Mar 1998 16:06:56 -0700 (MST)

      The Style Invitational
 
      Here are the entrants in a contest in which the readers were
 asked to tell Gen Xers how much harder you had it in the old days:
 
 
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      Honorable Mentions:
 
      In my day, we didn't have dogs or cats.  All I had was Silver Beauty,
      my beloved paper clip. (Jennifer Hart, Arlington)
 
      In my day, your mama was so ugly, we walked 15 miles to school because
      she was the bus driver. (Rob Cramer and Fredreka Schouten, Arlington)
 
      In my day, we didn't have fancy high numbers.  We had "nothing," "one,"
      "twain" and "multitudes."  Or you could hold up digits to show how
      many, maximum 20 for women, 21 for men. (Elden Carnahan, Laurel)
 
      In my day, attitudes were different. For example, women didn't like
      sex.  At least that is what they told me. (Tom Witte, Gaithersburg)
 
      When I was your age, we didn't have fake doggie-do. We only had 
      real doggie-do, and no one thought it was a damn bit funny.  
      (Brendan Bassett, Columbia)
 
      When I was a kid, 2K RAM and 2 Hz was good enough.  36 Megs
      and 300 Hz?  You can't even type that fast. (Dan Chaney, Clinton)
 
      Back in the 1970s we didn't have the space shuttle to get all excited
      about.  We had to settle for men walking on the crummy moon.
      (Russell Beland, Springfield)
 
      In my day, we didn't have days.  There was only "time for work," "time
      for pray" and "time for sleep."  The sheriff would go around and tell
      everyone when to change. (Elden Carnahan, Laurel)
 
      In my day, people could only dream of hitchhiking a ride on a comet.
      (David Ronka, Charlottesville)
 
      In my day, we didn't have fancy health-food restaurants.  Every day we
      ate lots of easily recognizable animal parts, along with potatoes
      drenched in melted fat from those animals.  And we're all as strong as
      AAGGKK-GAAK Urrgh. Thud. (Tom Witte, Gaithersburg)
 
      In my day, we didn't have hand-held calculators.  We had to do addition
      on our fingers.  To subtract, we had to have some fingers amputated.
      (Jon Patrick Smith, Washington)
 
      In my day, we didn't have mouses to move the cursor around.  We only
      had the arrows, and if the up arrow was broken and you needed to get
      to the top of the screen, well, you just hit the left arrow a thousand
      times, dadgummit.  (Kevin Cuddihy, Fairfax)
 
      In my day, we didn't get that disembodied, slightly ticked-off voice
      saying `Doors closing.'  We got on the train, the doors closed, and if
      your hand was sticking out it scraped along the tunnel all the damn
      way to the next station and it was a bloody stump at the end.  But the
      base fare was only a dollar.  (Russell Beland, Springfield)
 
      In my day, we didn't have water.  We had to smash together our own
      hydrogen and oxygen atoms. (Diana Hugue, Bowie)
 
      In my day, we didn't have Strom Thurmond.  Oh, wait. Yes we did ...
      (Peg Sheeran, Vienna)
 
      Kids today think the world revolves around them.  In my day, the sun
      revolved around the world, and the world was perched on the back of a
      giant tortoise. (Jonathan Paul, Garrett Park)
 
      In my day, we wore our pants up around our armpits.  Monstrous 
      wedgies, but we looked snappy. (Bruce Evans, Washington)
 
      In my day, we didn't have Dilbert or Zippy, we had the mindless
      sentimental drivel of Family Circus and the stilted banality of Mark
      Trail.  Now that was suffering.  What?  You must be kidding.
      Never mind.  (Chris Kaufman, Lanham)
 
      In the old days, nobody asked you to sign petitions.  The sheriff just
      came to your house and told you you was part of a posse. (Barry
      Blyveis, Columbia)
 
      Back in my day, "60 Minutes" wasn't just a bunch of gray-haired
      liberal 80-year-old guys.  It was a bunch of gray-haired liberal
      60-year-old guys. (Russell Beland, Springfield, and Jerry Pannullo,
      Kensington)
 
      In my day, we didn't have virtual reality.  If a one-eyed razorback
      barbarian warrior was chasing you with an ax, you just had to hope you
      could outrun him. (Sarah M. Wolford, Hanover)
 
 
 ...AND THE CONTEST WINNERS WERE:
 
   Second Runner-Up: In my day, we couldn't afford shoes, so we went
      barefoot.  In the winter we had to wrap our feet with barbed wire for
      traction. (Bill Flavin, Alexandria)
 
      First Runner-Up: In my day we didn't have MTV or in-line skates, or
      any of that stuff.  No, it was 45s and regular old metal-wheeled roller
      skates, and the 45s always skipped, so to get them to play right you'd
      weigh the needle down with something like quarters, which we never had
      because our allowances were way too small, so we'd use our skate keys
      instead and end up forgetting they were taped to the record player arm
      so that we couldn't adjust our skates, which didn't really matter
      because those crummy metal wheels would kill you if you hit a pebble
      anyway, and in those days roads had real pebbles on them, not like
      today. (Russell Beland, Springfield)
 
      And the winner is:
 
      In my day, we didn't have no rocks.  We had to go down to the creek and
      wash our clothes by beating them with our heads. (Barry Blyveis,
      Columbia)
 
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