The present isn’t perfect. It’s flawed, strange and inconsistent. Twitter scandals happen, 14-year-olds spend time in Bali prisons and idiots occasionally moon the Queen. For the most part, however, it’s far from terrible.

Most of us have no trouble appreciating the present and understanding that it is probably no better or worse than anything that has come before it.
Yet there is a small, but vocal, percentage of the population who endlessly whinge about it and seem unable to accept the fact that the past is just that.
They’re the ones who point to a bare backside or a teenager’s folly as evidence of a decaying society and demand a return to the way things were. They seemingly long for the days when children’s cartoons were just a little bit racist and folks could ignore seatbelts and coat their houses in lead-based paint.
The past, they reason, was full of compassion, selflessness, elegance and respect while the present is littered with bratty children, selfishness, narcissism and “nanny states”.
Society, they routinely claim, is going to “The Dogs”, who are, I assume, a gang of Basset Hounds in suits who drink cognac and trade chunks of civilisation like playing cards, sliding bits of Paris and Berlin across large tables and cackling maniacally.
While their rose-coloured glasses shine a certain brilliance on the past, they also filter the present through a grim and murky light.
Like the protagonist in Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, they forget that light bulbs were not brighter, water was not wetter, chocolate was not sweeter and grass was never greener. Everything has always been inconsistent and riddled with exception.
Unless you’re on the cusp of an ice age and the world has just run out of chicken Twisties, the past is likely not much better than the present.
But tell that to those who roar about how children today are monstrous little cretins compared to those of yesteryear every time some teenager gets busted for drugs. They conveniently forget their own tantrums, harsh words and refusals to share toys.
Just as there are troubled kids today, you can bet there were whiny little brats in the 1940s who screeched so loud that hidden U-Boat crews were picking it up.
Some even go so far as to declare that the current generation “needs a war to toughen them up” – because global conflicts are “character building”.
And then they rant about the invention of text messages and social networking as though it is causing the complete works of Shakespeare to levitate into the air and vanish in a sudden flurry of tears and flames.
But they needn’t get so worked up. Society is not going to The Dogs. People are just as rude and polite as they were 40 years ago. Rules and regulations were just as crazy and necessary and young people were just as young.
Yes, things were once simpler. But they were also more complicated. There was hope and despair and strength and uncertainty in equal measures.
We sometimes like to think we’re connoisseurs who get to enjoy the drop at its peak while everyone else misses out.
But we should always hope for a future brighter than any golden past. At the very least, we shouldn’t let our memories of the past spoil the present for everyone else.
When not making The Punch smile, Jason Tin writes for Queensland’s Sunday Mail.
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