I completely agree. Everything was better in the 50's. Who cares about comfortable clothes and shoes, safe, reliable cars, massively advanced medical care and drugs, not to mention the tremendously increased pace of scientific advancement and the connection to most other people on the planet through computers that can fit in a palm or a lap, et cetera, et cetera, I want my gas to be $0.29 a gallon!
I want the threat of the Soviet Union's 10,000 nuclear warheads hanging over my head.
I want cars that put out more emissions than Mt. St. Helens, and that are rated in gallons per mile.
I want to be completely unable to treat cancer, and I want doctors to be recommending that I smoke. Everybody knows that tar is good for you.
I want to live in a society that mocks and shames anybody who does not conform to the clean-clipped, suit-and-tie, I-sure-love-Jesus-and-apple-pie, God-Bless-America-you-commie-fag culture.
I want pens that leak and typewriters that jam.
I want to have to do math with a slide rule and a pencil, to take hours to do two-dimensional momentum problem.
I want airplanes that fail and that cost a month's salary to ride. I want to looking forward to maybe, one day, if I get lucky and have a couple weeks vacation, to maybe go and visit someplace where water gurgles out of the ground, and to have this be the highlight of my life.
I want to turn back the clock on every convenience of modern living, because I can't wrap my ancient brain around the concept of inflation. Don't you?