Brett Cooper

One person said, yep, and we'd actually talk to each other.

Unlike now, where kids just send each other those stupid Tic Tacs and listen to WhatsApp, Ricky, or whatever the F he's called.

But the Gen Zer who asked that question was far from the only person in that subreddit who had the same query.

Somebody else said, these were the teen adult years that I was promised as a child watching movies and TVs.

We used to be a proper country that knew how to party together.

Somebody else said, damn, these comments be weird.

I mean, really?

Who would sacrifice their house like this?

Like it is such a foreign concept that somebody in my generation cannot even fathom inviting people over, throwing a rager, all that jazz.

Now I will say, as a disclaimer, I never threw a big house party.

I never threw a rager.

I was far too much of a goody two shoes, way too close with my mother.

And I also had just a ginormous stick up my ass because I actually got my older brother in trouble for throwing a house party like this.

I was like Nancy Drew on the case.

I was like, why is there a whistle in my room?

Why is my strawberry plant that I spent all spring working on, why is it mysteriously gone and I see fragments of the pot strewn about the patio?

It was because somebody got drunk and threw it off the patio.

That's why, anyway.

I read, love you, I hate that I got you in trouble.

But anyway, my generation was not growing these types of parties.