by gipsylilya:

I once read an ancient Greek complaint about youth. Formerly, the youths sang beautifully and slimly our Greek songs, and now they sing with wild roulades.

I was shocked. I expected that the complaints of the youth’s desolation were eternal, I reconciled that there was no generation that would not complain that women became mercantile, and the men were upset, but the complaint of the DURABLE YOUTH MUSIC from the guy in the chitona and sandals caught me.

Every time you see complaints that the present is not what the davecha is, remember the unfortunate Greek tired of teenage music fashion.