Oh, For Fuck's Sake

I've noticed this little gem going around on Facebook:

My curfew was the porch light. My mom called my name not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what was cooked for dinner I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist. But you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was ok, & neighbors LOVED YOU as much as your parents did. Re-post if you drank water from a garden hose and survived!!

Gee.  How quaint.  How old-school.  I'd also add "We didn't post gay shit on Facebook on something called a 'computer.'"