The doomsayers of my younger days turned out to be, not only feckless and insufferable, but also wrong, a situation Lileks remembers:
Having lived through the Malaise of the Seventies, when we were all resigned to a life in earth-sheltered houses, wearing sweaters made out of recycled tires, I’ve had it with general gloom. Half the population is always gloomy about the nation and the future — sometimes because they’re not getting their way, or sometimes because they’re just inclined to be the local Eeyore. The good news: youth are more optimistic. The bad news: we’ll grind that out of them soon enough.
Or maybe not. I’d guess that the optimistic portion of the youth don’t watch much TV news. You’d be surprised how your outlook improves when you’re not chewing on the pre-selected Wad of Concern doled out daily by the network news organizations.
Not that they’re concerned, particularly; they’re just sticking to the script.