This is the Paradox of Choice TED talk that others have referred to and it’s worth watching.
I agree with others that the Good Old Days weren’t all that hot and I wouldn’t choose to live then over now but that misses the point. In the link above, Barry Schwartz makes a convincing case that increased choice does not result in increased happiness. That’s a paradox because mathematically it has to. Unfortunately, we’re too psychologically complicated for the math to work.
The good old days when things like central heating, medicine and knowledge of the human body among many other things were non-existent or available only to the privileged few. Oh man how I miss those good old days.:rolleyes:
30 years ago I got to be all superior to blacks and women and I could just pretend there were no gay people except for that weird guy down the block. Kids that were different were just ‘retarded’ and I could dismiss them too. It was generally OK to make fun of Jews and any other religion was fair game for jokes.
Today I have air conditioning. Way better than racial/social/religious snobbery.
I have a feeling that happiness is pretty independent of choice, unless there’s some good or service where none of the alternatives are good.
I can see where the lack of choice between getting punched in the teeth or the balls would decrease happiness, but increasing it to the teeth, balls, stomach or nose wouldn’t increase it or decrease happiness either.
30 years ago? You mean after Stonewall, at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, long after the voting rights act, long after votes for women? The only people who made fun of Jews are Jews. (It’s what we do.)
If you were living in Alabama I can see it, but the civilized world was way beyond this thirty years ago.
In general, I think pretty much all people are the same happy over the years. It has to do with making the most of your situation. Happy, contented people were/are happy. Discontented, unhappy people were/are unhappy.
I think it is the unhappy people who look back to “olden times” and think other people were happier back then.
Sure. Give me pencil and paper, though. I hated ink wells. We had them in school. By 3rd grade every kid had ink pens with cartridges. Ball points were forbidden, pencils allowed.
I think this is more in line with the op’s position which was narrowly defined. I think my parent’s generation were less happy with the great depression but more happier following WW-II and it wasn’t the level of choices that made the difference. It was job security and a sense of community. I have far more possessions than my parents ever had but I would trade them for job security and the atmosphere of the community I use to live in. When I was 5 I walked or rode my bike a half mile to school. This would be unheard of today. We knew every person on our block. this is a rarity today. Life was actually simpler and more fulfilling then. That can’t be said for everybody but it could be said for my community. The positive social changes that have occurred since then cannot be denied but neither can the loss of the social graces.
But again, the op is talking about product choices. How many different beers does a store need to carry? How many different phones or computers are there on the market. It’s mind boggling and the funny thing is we are actually losing product choices in many areas. This is because we are losing small local stores to large chains and with that we lose the time honored process of store buyers. My local grocery store is a huge national chain yet their is no sense of professional buyers in their choice of product. I have to seek out a local chain of stores that is smaller in size yet carriers a better selection of products because they obviously have buyers who seek out good products.
I broke out in boils the size of soup bowls and thought nothing of it. Turned out I was allergic to our cardboard-box home in the middle of the street and the boils disappeared one winter’s morning when a snowplow destroyed it and ripped off me poor mum’s arms and legs but still left the mouth to feed.
My grandmother died last November just shy of her 108th birthday. She once told me that she didn’t believe there had ever been any “good old days.” She said she LIKED things like indoor bathrooms, refrigerators, indoor water, fans, freezers, air conditioning, electric washers and dryers, and so on. She said life was easier now. The only thing she said she missed was friends who already died.