> Imagine saying that to anyone born a generation prior and expecting sympathy.
The fact that older generations accepted something doesn't mean there are no better ways. In the past, children as young as 7 worked in the coal mines, and doctors treated patients with blood-letting and leeches for all kind of ailments. The fact that old generations accepted things because there were no better alternatives shouldn't leave us blind to the fact that there are, in fact, better ways of doing things.
In fact, many of the older generations saw the futility of their workplaces and have written about it, and their works became bestsellers, most likely because many people of the time recognized the crushing soullessness of the workplace.
Kafka's The Metamorphosis:
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
And Bukowski's Factotum:
"How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
So, yeah, I do imagine saying that to anyone born a generation prior. I might even write about it and become famous, because that's relevant and important. If nobody objects to it, be it in works of fiction, or with their actions, nothing will change.
The fact that older generations accepted something doesn't mean there are no better ways. In the past, children as young as 7 worked in the coal mines, and doctors treated patients with blood-letting and leeches for all kind of ailments. The fact that old generations accepted things because there were no better alternatives shouldn't leave us blind to the fact that there are, in fact, better ways of doing things.
In fact, many of the older generations saw the futility of their workplaces and have written about it, and their works became bestsellers, most likely because many people of the time recognized the crushing soullessness of the workplace.
Kafka's The Metamorphosis:
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
And Bukowski's Factotum:
"How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
So, yeah, I do imagine saying that to anyone born a generation prior. I might even write about it and become famous, because that's relevant and important. If nobody objects to it, be it in works of fiction, or with their actions, nothing will change.