Do you get irritated when.....

I am, by training and avocation an archaeologist financed by a stint in the Coast Guard and hold both Artic and Antarctic service medals. I worked summers at the Grand Canyon mule concession leading trains , mass produced VHS tapes on the graveyard shift under Jose Menendez. I spent 3 months in a California Soto Zendo and later visiting another Zendo watched a hawk in the sky with this other monk and ran around with our sleeeves in the wind. A week later my brother monk, still practising, asked me if I knew the monk's name was Leonard Cohen-no, but I'm taking sailplane lessons. I've practised sufism, eastern orthodoxy and am a member of a Arizona first peoples clan. I can be polite in at least 18 languages if not fluent. Most people cannot in their own tongue.
I am in the real world. I see the destruction of it while 'scientists know it is an issue.' Thats why I learned to monkeywrench bulldozers and taught sea Shepherd volunteers how to scuttle whalers. MY WORLD frankly doesn't give a damn about this rather nasty little species fouling it with plasticine hubris. I'd like to make peace with it, maybe save the best. My mules used to love my old casstte tape of UN BELLE Di, VEDREMO and CORO A BOCCA CHIUSA as I ran sweat combs down their legs and rubbed that artery in their ears with thumb and forefinger. You do that and a mule is your friend for life. He might even be 'stubborn as a mule' and refuse to go forward with that frightened japanese tourist until you walk back and kick the buzzworm playing his castanetas off the trail. I figure our music and art worth saving if only to please mules. I gave up firearms, they are not.
I do like this deux ex machina. I like single malt scotch too- but in small drams. I'm off to check out your 'real world.'

How cynical and ironic, grim, inasmuch as it comes from you as a member of a traditional wet shaving site.  

My point is simple. Adapt or die. We can choose to live in the past or move on.

If the OP's grandma was using her criteria to judge a man, then she wouldn't survive today.

Watches are dead. Just look around. Find out how many actually wear them

Try to buy a MT car. Within a decade, they will not be sold except in rare cases. Some car brands no longer sell MT

"In general", no one writes anything anymore. This is real life, not nostalgia.

We can put our heads in the sand, and live in the past, or we can adapt and move on. Everyone chooses the path they take.

You are entitled to your opinion and I respect it. I just don't happen to agree with it. Nor does the analog watch on my wrist or the fountain pen in my breast pocket that I use for cursive penmanship or my 110 year old lather catcher razor that still gives me wonderful shaves. I believe Chris (BadDad) expressed it best in the post just before yours. There truly is, and should be, room for both. While I have come to hate the discomforts of flying, it sure beats a covered wagon when I go visit my friend in Buffalo or the equivalent of the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria when I visit another friend outside of Edinburgh, Scotland. However, when I'm sitting on that modern jet, waiting for takeoff, I have no problem resetting the time on that analog watch even though the clock on my smartphone probably does it automatically.

I do like this deux ex machina.

Its "deus ex machina", not "deux". See, this is why you need an iPhone, to spell check

My point is simple. Adapt or die. We can choose to live in the past or move on.
If the OP's grandma was using her criteria to judge a man, then she wouldn't survive today.
Watches are dead. Just look around. Find out how many actually wear them
Try to buy a MT car. Within a decade, they will not be sold except in rare cases. Some car brands no longer sell MT
"In general", no one writes anything anymore. This is real life, not nostalgia. Many people don't even know what a check is never mind how to write one.
We can put our heads in the sand, and live in the past, or we can adapt and move on. Everyone chooses the path they take
The world has changed and will continue to change..

With the sincerest respect, evolution is a necessary and magnificent component in life, and at this time of technological advancements, it seems we are progressing at an incredible pace, which is amazing. However, it seems as though some of the most important and valuable aspects that are quite essential to this movement/process are overlooked and undervalued: silence, contemplation, and introspection, to name a few.

I am...I worked ...I spent ...I knew ...I'm taking sailplane lessons. I've practised ... I can be polite ...I am ...I see ...I learned ...MY WORLD frankly doesn't give a damn ...I'd like to make peace with it...My mules used to love my old casstte [sic] ... I ran ...I figure our music and art...I gave up ...I do like this ...I like single malt scotch ... I'm off ...

Whew! That left me breathless! I hope you didn't strain or break your arm while penning that soliloquy in cursive with your antique quill and ink well!

Excuse me, now, while I pause to contemplate my navel.

I enjoying surfing the web and participating in our modern world, but I still do not have a cell-phone and I greatly enjoying writing in cursive. I value many things and acknowledge everything since learning and appreciation is endless and unlimited.  
Wheels are quite ancient, but still so very practical.

Why can we not adapt to changing times, while retaining respect and appreciation for what led us here?

Not trying to be argumentative, just trying to see the whole picture...both sides of the equation../

I got no issue with that. Sure, respect the past. But in the meantime, you figure out how to read a digital clock or you don't adapt because there will be no analog clocks nor analog gauges in cars. Living as a Ludditte won't get you very far as technology keeps moving forward.

Its a two way street. The older folks need to respect how the young folks have no history nor care about analog or old tech.

It truly is a two way street. I do at least 10 things regularly that most folks of my age (29) don't do, they may not be aware of the existence of those.

But I don't get irritated when they don't do the things I do, I don't question their hygiene by the length of their beard, I don't check their shoe sole to get another source of irritation, I don't complain about people forgetting cursive writing while I practice calligraphy.

I don't consider myself more gentlemanly because I wear an analog watch and use a fountain pen to write letters to my parents. I work in a office and I am not even a little bit bothered by my coworker who wear T-shirts and Cargo shorts during summer. I go to the finest restaurants to enjoy food, not to be bothered by a guy in his T shirt. Matter of fact I have gone to fancy restaurants in T-shirts.

I frequent quite a few hobbyist forums and most of them are filled with people twice my age. The constant condescending tones of 'old vs young' 'our vs their practice' posts makes me wanna quit most communities and focus only on the hobbies that are shared by people of my age.

Sometimes I feel people are into these hobbies not because they enjoy it, but to feel superior.

Finally if you don't see anything condescending in the numerous posts about 'what gets under your skin', I can add nothing towards your understanding.

I should take a break to make sure I don't learn how to be grumpy, judgmental etc. while learning the finer arts of shaving. Goodbye.

I am, by training and avocation an archaeologist financed by a stint in the Coast Guard and hold both Artic and Antarctic service medals. I worked summers at the Grand Canyon mule concession leading trains , mass produced VHS tapes on the graveyard shift under Jose Menendez. I spent 3 months in a California Soto Zendo and later visiting another Zendo watched a hawk in the sky with this other monk and ran around with our sleeeves in the wind. A week later my brother monk, still practising, asked me if I knew the monk's name was Leonard Cohen-no, but I'm taking sailplane lessons. I've practised sufism, eastern orthodoxy and am a member of a Arizona first peoples clan. I can be polite in at least 18 languages if not fluent. Most people cannot in their own tongue.
I am in the real world. I see the destruction of it while 'scientists know it is an issue.' Thats why I learned to monkeywrench bulldozers and taught sea Shepherd volunteers how to scuttle whalers. MY WORLD frankly doesn't give a damn about this rather nasty little species fouling it with plasticine hubris. I'd like to make peace with it, maybe save the best. My mules used to love my old casstte tape of UN BELLE Di, VEDREMO and CORO A BOCCA CHIUSA as I ran sweat combs down their legs and rubbed that artery in their ears with thumb and forefinger. You do that and a mule is your friend for life. He might even be 'stubborn as a mule' and refuse to go forward with that frightened japanese tourist until you walk back and kick the buzzworm playing his castanetas off the trail. I figure our music and art worth saving if only to please mules. I gave up firearms, they are not.
I do like this deux ex machina. I like single malt scotch too- but in small drams. I'm off to check out your 'real world.'

Wow, you really are the Most Interesting Man in the World!

How cynical and ironic, grim, inasmuch as it comes from you as a member of a traditional wet shaving site.  

My point is simple. Adapt or die. We can choose to live in the past or move on.

If the OP's grandma was using her criteria to judge a man, then she wouldn't survive today.

Watches are dead. Just look around. Find out how many actually wear them

Try to buy a MT car. Within a decade, they will not be sold except in rare cases. Some car brands no longer sell MT

"In general", no one writes anything anymore. This is real life, not nostalgia. Many people don't even know what a check is never mind how to write one.

We can put our heads in the sand, and live in the past, or we can adapt and move on. Everyone chooses the path they take

The world has changed and will continue to change..

Better not wear pants with zippers, use a watch to tell time or have shoes that require shining or you'll die! LMAO.

People have misrepresented the Luddites as anti technology and advance. They were not. They were protesting mechanised weaving machinery that threw them out of work. This is being repeated today as fast food workers demand a living wage and the corporate greedheads respond with starry eyed visions of robot eateries. I do still indulge in a fish filet at mcds even if they dropped the friday discount and nobody remembers it was to boost sales to catholics on that meatless day. I prefer it served by a hard working latina than some chicom machine. Luddites gave us the word sabotage by throwing wooden sabots into the works. Sabots are also an advanced technology of double cased projectiles. I have some in discontinued .30-30; marvelous for monkeywrenching. The world recently witnessed the passing of the last female Shaker. People think of their furniture and sexual abstinence. In seeking more time for prayer they invented the modern broom and other innovations, grew the finest strains of crop seed and were largely female led. They also took in battered women and children without question. If it wasn't for that abstinence stuff they would be thriving today and the bog box teevee Elmer Gantries in deep do- do. Roads historically are as much places of social interaction as transport. The automobile has usurped those roads for transport alone and now people don't talk beyond horns, fingers and exchanging rounds. I don't mind technological change. I do mind when it's called an advancement and is not.

People have misrepresented the Luddites as anti technology and advance. They were not. They were protesting mechanised weaving machinery that threw them out of work. This is being repeated today as fast food workers demand a living wage and the corporate greedheads respond with starry eyed visions of robot eateries. I do still indulge in a fish filet at mcds even if they dropped the friday discount and nobody remembers it was to boost sales to catholics on that meatless day. I do demand it served by a cute latina taking away somebody's job while attending school or supporting a family. They also gave us the word sabotage by throwing wooden sabots into the works. Sabots are also a form of double cased projectiles. I have some in discontinued .30-30; marvelous for monkeywrenching. The world recently witnessed the passing of the last female Shaker. People think of their furniture and sexual abstinence. Yet in seeking more time for prayer; They invented the modern broom and other innovations, grew the finest strains of crop seed and were largely female led. They also took in battered women and children without question. If it wasn't for that abstinence stuff they would be thriving today and the big box teevee Elmer Gantries in deep do- do. Roads historically are as much places of social interaction as transport. The automobile has usurped those roads for transport alone and now people don't talk beyond horns, fingers and exchanging rounds. I don't mind technological change. I do mind when it's called an advancement and is not.

JC in my favourite Pacino Line " Oh I'm just getting started."