The following is an interesting historical tid-bit that is worth sharing with the reading public - even though there is no author listed.
"You're a survivor! Consider the changes you've witnessed: You were born before television, before penicillin, before polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic, contact lenses, Frisbees, and the pill.
You were born before radar, credit cards, split atoms, laser beams, and ballpoint pens; before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, drip-dry clothes and before man walked on the moon.
You got married first and then lived together and you wore your underwear on the inside. In your time, closets were for clothes, not for 'coming out of.' Designer jeans were scheming girls named "Jean" or Jeannie" and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
You thought fast food was what you ate during lent and outer space was the open area behind the drive-in theater.
You were before househusbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers and commuter marriages. You were before daycare centers, group therapy and nursing homes. You had never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt and guys wearing earrings.
For you, 'time sharing,' meant togetherness, not computers or condominiums. In 1940, 'Made in Japan' meant junk, and the term hardware meant hardware and software wasn't even a word. 'Making out' referred to how you did on your exam. Pizzas, McDonalds and instant coffee were unheard of.
You hit the scene when there were 5 cent stores, where you could buy things for 5 cents. Dairy Queens sold ice cream cones for a nickel or a dime. For one nickel you could ride a streetcar, make a phone call, buy a Pepsi or enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who could afford one? Pity, too, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In your day cigarette smoking was fashionable, grass was mowed, coke was a cold drink, and pot was something you cooked in. Rock music was a grandma's lullaby, and AIDS were helpers in the principal's officeor a candy appetite suppressant.
You made do with what you had. And, you were of the last generation so dumb to think you needed a husband to have a baby.
No wonder you're confused!"