Video Killed the Radio Star

But not literally, unfortunately. Instead, we're stuck with the 'radio star', aka. the 'older generation', aka, the parentals. Yes, ladies and gents, we're stuck with the people who know jack shit about technology, even though they'd like to think they're experts.

Have you ever noticed that they spend loads of money on this 'state of the art' technology, but they never know how to use it. Even if they have the instructions. Sense? This makes none. So, what do they do after the evil instructions in twelve different languages have befuddled them into a permanent state of confusion? They turn to the younger generation, aka, their children. Otherwise known as 'us'.

Now... I have no problem whatsoever explaining how things work when they get new things. I understand that the fact that there is actually colour on the t.v must permanently alter their brainwaves so that they just don't understand things when they first come into contact with it... But seriously, they order us to explain how this new thing works - using that well known parental charm known as blackmail - and we do it, as graciously as we can. We explain it nice and slowly, even showing them what buttons to press. But nothing seems to register. Because for the next two or three years (the time it takes for them to decide it is a suitable time to confuse themselves more with the next model) they're still asking us to do everything for them!

"[insert child's name here]!!!!! COME FIX THIS!!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS?!" -"I didn't touch it, Dad. You don't let me use it."-

I've learned that 99% of the time, when something isn't working in the house, one of the "kids" did it.

And most of the time, while you're in the background, fixing all this crap, they are away bragging to their friends about how amazing all this 'modern technology' that they don't know how to work is, in a way that suggests that they have just warped from the jurassic period.

They don't seem to comprehend the fact that when their child begins to reach the late teens/almost twenties stage, they will leave the nest soon. And when that happens, who's going to fix their shit for them?!
Because to be quite honest I will not be driving ridiculous distances to go to see my parents every day to change the bloody channel for them. So they should really learn how to work their own crap that they decide to buy when they get it. Because we won't be around forever.