I was surprised when I heard those words. I know I shouldn't have been, but I was.
It was all wrong somehow.
I grew up in the 1950s, and I've seen great changes since then.
I can remember seeing steam lorries on the roads.
I can remember wearing blue gabardine raincoats, just like every other male, except those that wore grey gabardine raincoats. And a hat.
I can remember the first TV in our street.
I can remember when colour TV started.
I can remember buying biscuits from a box, and taking them home in a brown paper bag.
I can remember being taught to always:
- Stand up when a visitor came into the room
- Give up my seat in a bus or train to my elders and all ladies
- Do whatever any adult told you to do
- Say thank you to anyone who did anything for me
- Call adults Sir or Ma'am
- Respect Teachers and the Police
- Suspect anyone with a Tattoo to be either a criminal, a deviant or a sailor.
But times have changed greatly. If you've lived through the changes, then the differences were developing so gradually that they were barely noticeable, but looked at from the distance of 50 years, the changes were huge and shocking.
I mention all this because the words of the title were spoken by my son.
I would never have dreamed of hearing something like that from another bloke when I was a lad.
The only men who wore earrings were Gypsies and the occasional sailor.
It just didn't happen.
I love him dearly, and I thought I'd become inured to the changes in today's youth, but I still felt surprise when he started searching the floor last night on his hands and knees, telling us his earring had dropped out.
He dresses like a Goth who's been frightened by a rag-and-bone man. He buys T shirts that cost more than my Scottish Harris Tweed Sports Jacket, and that look like a dishrag after two or three washes. His jeans (skintight) quickly develop holes in the knees and crotch, and he pays a bloody fortune for them as well. I just can't understand it. I'm still wearing a pair of corduroy trousers I bought over 7 years ago for a very reasonable sum from a M & S sale, he's lucky to get 6 months out of his $300 designer jeans.
And Why Oh Why does he and most of his generation like to display their chosen underwear to all and sundry. I think that's the reason for the crotch holes appearing. He wears his bloody jeans so far down his arse that the crotch area rubs against his knees, causing the friction, stress and subsequent holes.
What on Earth has happened to our pleasant society made up of pleasant, polite, neatly dressed people with neat haircuts?
I do believe I'm turning into an old grouch.
|Pull those bloody trousers up....or else...|
And I'm very happy about it.
Mind you, there have ben some other major improvements since the 1950s.
Like the bikini.
And tight jeans aren't ALL bad.