[livejournal.com profile] browngirl has an interesting post in which she points out the flaws in a certain kind of nostalgia, the sort that sees seatbelts and lead-free paint as threats to, um, something or other.

Somewhere in the comments is the observation that people who talk about the wonders of the family of the past tend to stop dead when asked to specify what year they're talking about. Small wonder.

People want to live in a hypothetical, broadly sketched, past with all modern conveniences. They want to be rid of seatbelt laws, but probably not to drive a 1950s car, even a brand new one, but without the air conditioning or the modern brake systems. They want to use rollerblades without helmets or kneepads, not the old-style roller skates you attached to your sneakers with a key. And, of course, they want the Internet, cheap long distance phone calls and affordable air travel, and such.

The past is a foreign country, and they don't have tourist facilities.

From: [identity profile] supergee.livejournal.com


As of yesterday, I like seat belts even more than I did before.

Manly men who want to show their masculinity by not wearing seat belts should be allowed to do so, especially before they have a chance to breed.

From: [identity profile] mama-hogswatch.livejournal.com

Seat belt laws


Either Vermont or New Hampshire, I forget which, does not have a seat belt law for adults.

I still wear them.

I'm not in favor of laws requiring the use of safety devices by private persons (barring children. They're not able to decide for themselves and SHOULD be in car seats/seat belts/whatever).

However, I do use them.
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From: [personal profile] ailbhe

Re: Seat belt laws


They can be useful for drivers. If you are driving a car and your passenger isn't wearing a seatbelt and you are in a no-fault accident and your passenger is hurt, you can still be liable for their injuries.

If the law demands that they wear a seatbelt, it makes it easier to insist that they do.
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From: [identity profile] akirlu.livejournal.com

Re: Seat belt laws


I don't see that. It seems perfectly possible to me to refuse to drive someone who won't wear a seatbelt in your car without insisting on the weight and majesty of the law to back you up.
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From: [personal profile] ailbhe

Re: Seat belt laws


I don't drive at all, so I have no first-hand experience, but I have been in a car as an observing passenger when a colleague was driving us and our boss somewhere. It did take citing the law to make the boss put on his seatbelt.

As far as I can see, in the UK, not wearing a seatbelt is a masculinity thing; I have known a large number of men who avoid it whenever they can get away with it.

From: [identity profile] dakiwiboid.livejournal.com


However, if you have the unmitigated gall to point out any of this to the people who send around the glurge I think inspired these deep thoughts, then you're "mean", "nitpicky", "have no sense of humor", and "should hit the delete key if things bother you". Sigh...they don't want to be confused with facts or logic.

From: [identity profile] treadpath.livejournal.com


Those pro-nostalgia posts always struck me as attempts to explain happy childhood experiences by glorifying past technology. As if we could regain the innocence of childhood--get back all that time where we were not required to be responsible, or necessarily understand the big picture of the world around us--by just going back to the ways of the past. As if not having seatbelts really made the world a better place--it didn't, it's just that we were kids and there were no seatbelts and now we're adults and we have seatbelts... so what changed? Us??? No way!!! It must've been the seatbelts.

I think, in general, people just want to regain that lost childhood, where life seemed simpler and easier than it is now--not because it actually was, but because of who they were when they perceived it.

From: [identity profile] replyhazy.livejournal.com

long ago


As if we could regain the innocence of childhood--get back all that time where we were not required to be responsible....

Oh, I think this is right on! For a lot of people. Although it's a bit different when it comes to my mom, who is 80. She literally wants 1959 back again-- before all "these weirdos" moved in, before her town got "so overdeveloped" (in other words, when there were a few houses and a lot of fields and only gravel roads). If you mention the dangerousness of the old cars, she contends that her Corvair "was just the nicest car to drive, and Nader took them away."

There literally is no argument you can use with her, although once I said, "If you could go back then now, wouldn't you miss your microwave?" That actually gave her some pause.

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Re: long ago


My microwave is a big space-consuming kitchen timer. If I didn't have one, I wouldn't miss it.

And fields are a very good thing. They're where food comes from.

From: [identity profile] replyhazy.livejournal.com

Re: long ago


I do not believe I meant to imply that

(a)microwaves are wonderful

or

(b)fields are bad.

Merely that my mother likes them both. I regret if my post was not clear enough.
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From: [identity profile] akirlu.livejournal.com

Re: long ago


Your mother has a point about the Corvair. It wasn't any more unsafe than a Volkswagen of the same era or substantially later, and in fact shared a number of design features with the Volkswagen. But Volkswagens, being a nostalgia icon in their own right, haven't been visited with the same stigma. The attack on the Corvair was hardly the high point of Nader's career, if it has any.

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Re: long ago


For some reason I have the sudden urge to make t-shirts bearing the legend "Ralph Nader Stole My Lawn Darts." If not shirts than at least stickers. Or a lj icon. :)

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The past is a foreign country, and they don't have tourist facilities.
...yet...

From: [identity profile] jbsegal.livejournal.com


I love seatbelts. I love helmets. I love knee and elbow pads.

I hate the legislative padding of all the corners of the world.

As was being discussed in someone else's journal, law is not a substitute for education. I grew up in a house with unlocked firearms and I never did anything stupid because I was taught not to.

I have lights on my bike and wear a helmet not because it's the law but because not to is STUPID.

...and I'm not convinced that everything we've been doing to protect the stupid is a good thing.

Hell, if I had to sit in a kids seat in the car until I was (what's it now, 7??), I'd have been really unhappy.

Yes, it could be argued that protecting kids from stupid parents is good, but setting things up so that they never learn that the world has corners isn't.

From: [identity profile] ailsaek.livejournal.com


Y'know, it is just vaguely possible that this is not the best of all possible worlds, and that not all change is an improvement. Me, I very much prefer fields to tracts of houses, and I am one of the people who keeps signing petitions to keep Mountain Street in Sharon (the town I live in) from being paved. The people who live on the street like it the way it is. I like it the way it is. Good enough for me. How many places have to get loved to death before we get the point?

And one of the points of the essay everyone is deriding isn't that back when we weren't responsible, it was that back then we were expected to be responsible. Our grades, good or bad, were our fault. If we didn't do out homework, the school didn't change the rules for us so we didn't have deadlines anymore. If we found gym upsetting, we didn't get pulled out of it because it caused us emotional distress. If we did something dumb on the playground and got hurt, it was our fault. Our parents didn't go insist that the school remove the merry-go-round if we got hurt on it, they told us to play on it properly.

And of course mom wasn't there all the time. She had things to do. And so, for that matter, did we. Real honest-to-goodness work, not just violin lessons. Dishes to wash, gardens to weed, laundry to fold, walks to shovel, etc. No, we didn't like it, but we did it anyway (often under duress) because it needed to be done. Where is it written that the only things anyone has to do are the ones they like?

Precautions are good, but where do you stop? It is not possible to make everything perfectly safe. People are always going to get maimed and killed. Haven't most of us read SF stories where the protagonist does something like serve time for jaywalking because jaywalking is dangerous, and we must keep you from doing anything dangerous? If it's illegal to ride in the back of a pickup truck, howcome I can still take a shower?

I'm not claiming that my childhood was idyllic. I often say that the best thing about getting older is that it puts you that many years beyond being a kid. But there were some good things about it. And many of them weren't safe things.

From: [identity profile] browngirl.livejournal.com


Not all change is an improvement, but not all of it is bad, either.

I was thinking about my reaction to that forward, and to nostalgia in general, and part of my reaction is that the past is not divisible. If we bring back those halcyon days of wide open spaces, where do we put all the people who moved in meanwhile and caused the houses to be built? If we bring back the fun rides in the back of pickup trucks, are we willing to accept the occasional funerals when there's an accident? If we bring back the social attitudes of several decades ago, could you and I still be friends, would we even have met (remember how we met?)? And so on.

A.

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on reflection...


on reflection, there is one way that I do want to go to the nostalgic past. I want to see us return to the tax policies current in the glorious days of the pro-business, pro-growth Republican 1950s. That is, I want to see us raise taxes on corporations and on the rich back to where they use to be, before 40 years of progressively transferring the tax burden of this country onto the middle class and onto the poor.
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From: [personal profile] carbonel


Maybe it's not so much nostalgia as a wish for the SCA version of the more-recent past. The good-parts version, as it were.

It's not really the same thing, but if I got the chance to go back in time to my childhood with at least a modicum of what I've learned, I'd grab it in a heartbeat. Roller skates and lead paint and all. I'm not really unhappy with my life, but an awful lot of what I regret dates back to then.

From: [identity profile] browngirl.livejournal.com


The past is a foreign country, and they don't have tourist facilities.

Yeah, this is exactly it. And, like a foreign country, the past is all of one piece; one can't *have* the nice bits of, say, the Fifties without the bad bits. That last bit is, I guess, the fear that underlies my annoyance with some kinds of nostalgia; I wonder if people who practice it *would* willing trade things like easy birth control and the Internet and the ability of my friends to hold a same-sex wedding, for their idealized past back.

I don't know whether to hope that the past manages its tourist facilities, or that that *never* happens.

From: [identity profile] ailsaek.livejournal.com


I don't want to go back to then, I want to change now. Figure out some way to stop more fields from becoming rows of horrid soulless McMansions. Figure out a way to convince school boards that they aren't parents, and that parents do get to make some decisions and even disagree with school boards. Give people back the freedom to take risks. Stop giving out fake awards, and save them for people who earned them. Make kids do their damn homework. Realize that people do get hurt, and that it isn't necessarily someone's fault.

Not roll back gay rights. Not do away with what little racial equality we have in this country (I don't claim to speak from any great fount of knowlege here, but it doesn't seem like we've done very well yet). Not send anyone back to the kitchen who doesn't want to go (although acknowleging that some people would really rather be in the kitchen than in the boardroom would be nice).

And we already live with funerals resulting from unsafe behaviors. I remember a teenager getting killed while rock climbing up home a few years back. She was very well-lliked and many people were sad. And snippy's niece wasn't killed when she fell off her horse, but she could have been. I'm not prepared to say that no one may climb rocks or ride horses, though. Or, for that matter, hike, or ski, or fly in airplanes. IMO, the definition of "unnecessary risk" is one that everyone needs to make for themselves. Fuzz factor for children, yes, but I think everyone agrees that the banner call of "Protect the children!" can be carried way too far.

From: [identity profile] browngirl.livejournal.com


I think everyone agrees that the banner call of "Protect the children!" can be carried way too far

I certainly agree with you there, and the rest of this comment.:) I certainly don't want a cottonball world either.

From: [identity profile] bibliotrope.livejournal.com


I'd take the sixties before the fifties. But even then -- well, just one anecdote: a friend of mine died in 1963, at age 12, because the link between aspirin and Reye Syndrome was not yet known.

And time-traveling in the other direction, I often wish my mom, who died in 1986, had lived long enough to have access to the Internet. She would have loved it.

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From: [identity profile] akirlu.livejournal.com


My dislike of seatbelt laws has nothing to do with nostalgia about other eras or the perfect family or whatever. I always wore my seatbelt, and used to have functional seatbelts to wear. Now I have a driver's side seat-belt motor that's busted, and will take several hundred dollars to repair, and makes belting in a gigantic fuss that doesn't have to exist, except for seatbelt laws requiring passive restraint. In our other car, I have an explosive device pointed at my head at all times, and, given my height, may actively endanger my life in case of deployment. In various vehicles of friends I've sat in, the safety belts are so badly positioned that what will happen in an accident is the belt will break my neck. Being obligated to wear one of these belts does not make me noticeably safer. Safety belts are a force for good; seat belt laws are a mixed bag. Holding that to be true requires no nostalgia whatever.
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