Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/5/84; site uwmacc.UUCP Path: utzoo!linus!philabs!cmcl2!seismo!uwvax!uwmacc!oyster From: oyster@uwmacc.UUCP (Vicious Oyster) Newsgroups: net.singles Subject: Re: What is a yuppie? Message-ID: <1683@uwmacc.UUCP> Date: Mon, 11-Nov-85 17:56:29 EST Article-I.D.: uwmacc.1683 Posted: Mon Nov 11 17:56:29 1985 Date-Received: Wed, 13-Nov-85 04:39:48 EST References: <1454@hound.UUCP> <2017@pyuxd.UUCP> <1246@ihuxn.UUCP> <550@unc.unc.UUCP> Reply-To: oyster@uwmacc.UUCP (Vicious Oyster) Organization: UWisconsin-Madison Academic Comp Center Lines: 30 In article <550@unc.unc.UUCP> fsks@unc.UUCP (Frank Silbermann) writes: >Ken Perlow (Gadfly) writes (about the '60s): >>--Even back then, we knew damn well that we'd wind up compromising >>a number of our oh-so-lofty principles, round off a few of the rough >>edges here and there. But never, *never*, did any of us ever suspect >>that our whole generation en masse would throw away the very essence >>of the progressive ideals it held dear and spit on them. >> >>I'm talking to *you*, Mr/Ms 35-year-old, used-to-know-all-six-verses- >>of-Solidarity-Forever activist-turned-fiscal-conservative, a/k/a >>"libertarian", a/k/a "objectivist". You're so spineless you couldn't >>stand the cognitive dissonance associated with possessing both a portfolio >>and principles. So there you sit, materially well-off but morally >>bankrupt. > >Get real, will ya'? Lofty principles and ideals of the 60's? >Give me a break! Most of the 60's youth didn't even understand >the slogans the spouted. It was merely fashion -- the cool thing >to do at the time (and if you weren't cool, how could you hope >to get laid?). You tell 'em, Frank. You still see some of these people who insist on living in the past hanging around, all the while criticizing the present, and not doing a damn thing about providing for the future. *They* are the really sad people these days. You may see them spouting libertarian doctrine or discussing motorcycles at parties they weren't invited to, or you may see them in the graduate school classroom, up there in the front row of class, spouting brown-nose witticisms at the professor. You'll see them a coupla years later at their high-tech job at the leading research lab, pulling in the mega-bucks. And they *still* think they're back in 1969. Sheesh! Wake up.