Gen X drove me crazy when one took the driving test. That would be Mark Wahlberg. Maybe that’s normal for his generation. Millennials don’t seem to want to drive, and a lot of Gen Xers gave it up for Lent, so why would any of them study for the written DMV driver’s test if they aren’t going to drive?
When they need a ride, they take an Uber, whose driver actually knows which signal to use and why. They are going to have to pry the car keys out of the cold, dead hands of the Boomers.
Gen X was the generation born in 1965 to the early 80s. They precede the Millennials. As a Boomer, I babysat the Gen Xers and made some good money doing so.
Below is a Breakfast Club definition of a Gen Xer, which Marky Mark is, having been born almost to the day I graduated high school: June 5,1971. I’d have had no clue what to do with Mark had I borned him, but I had fun babysitting my nephew. He is much like Mark Wahlberg in personality and almost 50 now.
I was an aunt, not a mother, though, and therein lies much of the difference:
There’s probably a Gen X’er (born between 1965 to 1981), close to you. Not that you noticed. They’re normally known as the slackers, the latchkey kids, the middle-child generation. Caught between boomers and younger Millennials, Generation X is mainly known for being neglected and ignored.
My son is a millennial, but he isn’t so bad. He doesn’t have his driver’s license though, which makes him the opposite of a Boomer right there. Boomers were plotting to drive as soon as they were born. My son would have been an embarrassing little brother for Mark Wahlberg because it would prove his mom still had sex at the age of 40.
That pose babies are born in, the fetal position? That was practice for Boomer babies and the, “Look out for that tree!” as they grasp the steering wheel even harder.
Gen X was still into cars, like the Boomers were, which is one reason a Gen Xer drove me crazy, but when it comes to knowing how to learn the answers to a test, Mr. Wahlberg had been seriously ignored in school.
One reason my son hasn’t taken the driver’s test is that he has size 17 steel toed boots. We haven’t yet found a car he can safely drive without accidentally plowing into a sidewalk full of pedestrians when he tries to brake while taking his foot off the gas pedal. His foot covers the entire floorboard.
The MOTH and I were fooling around with YouTube on our television yesterday. A big screen television makes watching innumerable out of context clips somewhat bearable. We recently hooked up the television to YouTube through our Slinger Air Fryer or whatever it is.
An Ellen Degeneres interview with Mark Wahlberg popped up. Ellen gave him an verbal written practice driver’s test using index cards because his daughter was about to take her driver’s test and Mark claimed he was helping his daughter pass it.
Ellen starts the test at 6:26:
I do hope dear old dad didn’t coach his daughter for her upcoming exam. In fact, I kind of hope he didn’t help his kids with any homework or tests.
Ellen read the first question to him. It must be 50 years since I took the multiple choice driver’s test, but I was able to answer it in less than five seconds. It was “B.” Marky Mark couldn’t answer it because he was too busy debating the question and the fifty possible scenarios that might occur during this putative drive he was taking for the test.
In fact, to hide the fact that he doesn’t know squat about parallel parking on a level street, or what to do with his wheels when he parks (I think he suggests people take the wheels off the car and tie them to the roof), he asks Ellen who has the right of way when two cars meet on a narrow steep road.
Is it the driver going up, or the driver going down? Mark asks Ellen.
Other than the fact that this question probably never shows up on a driver’s test unless there’s a snowy day in San Francisco, and that the answer depends on which driver has the space to let the other driver over so they can pass, the question was irrelevant to the question at hand.
The question Ellen had posed to Mark was, “When you park on a level street, do you park within 18 inches of the curb, turn the wheels outward, or hop out and do the merengue before sacrificing a chicken in the noonday sun?”
Marky Mark definitely tells the viewers, or at least he tells Ellen, that it is not okay to park 18 inches away from the curb! Oh, no. That simply isn’t “done.” In other words, he has not got a clue.
Moving on to the next question, “How far down the road a driver should look while driving?” The answer was measured in choices and were “looking at the horizon;” “looking 10 to 15 seconds ahead,” or “looking 3 car lengths ahead.”
MW debated that question with her, too, for at least two minutes after I had answered it in five seconds, which is half the time needed to look down the road. He kept mentioning the number of “feet” the question mentioned, except the word “feet” never set foot in the answer choices. Not even once.
Kitties came up, though, because Mark brought them up; where a driver should look to avoid running one over was central to his mind. I’m sure Mark travels by limo everywhere, because this guy never took a test and passed it in his life, unless it was how many kitties it takes to drive a car.
He sounded seriously stupid. After Ellen gave up and threw the DMV book over her shoulder, I had an insight as to why and when kids no longer graduate high school in the same numbers as the Boomers, and why they had to go to detention in the library.
Somewhere in the 60s, kids were taught to “think critically,” but someone missed something in the translation. It does not mean to question everything the DMV puts on paper. The DMV did that in a lame attempt to ensure safer roads and knowledgeable drivers by testing them.
In other words, you don’t look for the bias against kitties in every test. You look for bias against poor people, or job loss, in a novel about the Depression. You question the perspective of the characters in To Kill a Mockingbird, or Lord of the Flies.
Failing to do either of those will not affect a person’s ability to earn a driver’s license in the state of California.
I run into this all the time in interactions on the internet.
A Gen Xer or a Millennial will drive you crazy over a choice of words, or whether you seem to give a rat’s behind about what they’ve just said, no matter how mundane it is. Often, we Boomers don’t give a rat’s behind about it.
These are very broad statements, I’m aware. Not all Gen Xers or Millennials fail at driver’s tests, I’m sure.
They can and will blithely overlook what you did say, focus on what they assume you said, just so they can argue with you over what they want to say.
Play along the best you can and toss those note cards over your shoulder. Epic fail ahead.