I can picture it now: Every morning, I'll give my son his breakfast, a glass of apple juice and one of those little colorful vitamins with Barney Rubble or Bamm-Bamm on it. He'll pick up his Flintstones Chewable and say to me "Hey, Dad, why are these called Flintstones vitamins? What's a flintstone? Are these actually just little rocks? Is that why they're called 'stones?' Essentially, Dad, I'm asking just what the hell is up with these things?" And that's when I'll realize that to explain a "flintstone" means to describe a fifty-year-old cartoon that hasn't been relevant for at least two decades now.

The only reason I plan on giving him Flintstones vitamins is because they're the gold standard of kid's vitamins. They've been used exclusively since Nixon was in office, and nobody has bothered to change the characters to something more pertinent. So, I'll have to collect my thoughts and explain to my son that Flintstones are actually a family of cave people who lived like modern people only they used dinosaurs as household items. Like, sometimes a baby woolly mammoth was their vacuum, get it? All of the wildlife in the world lived in a depressed state of workforce purgatory. And there was a catchy theme song, a laugh track for some reason, and ... you know what? It's easier to just say they're stones. Eat your goddamn stone, kid.

Warner Bros. Television Distribution"Please, please let me go extinct."

I didn't enjoy The Flintstones when I was a kid because by the time I cared about TV, cartoons were so much better. But at least my generation had a regular rotation of the Hanna-Barbera reruns and Fruity Pebbles commercials to explain just what the Flintstones were about. Any kid born today will have no f*****g clue why their vitamins are called "Flintstones" or who the character shapes are supposed to represent. To a child, your daily diet includes consuming a small token that's grotesquely carved to resemble a man wearing a sack. Fred and Barney basically went extinct years ago, and now only exist as mascots on a cereal box, like Lucky The Leprechaun or Jeff The Frosty Flake Lion.

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You might not have realized this while you were caught in the throes of sharing "WHAT 90S' DISNEY PRINCE ARE YOU?", but Disney hasn't had a hand-animated film since 2009's The Princess And The Frog. Every animated feature they've released recently has been CGI, and the kids eat that beautifully mastered s**t right up. f*****g Zootopia made a solid one billion dollars at the box office last year, and the characters in it looked an uncanny amount like real, live animals that wore clothes, dealt with sexual tension, and spoke to each other almost entirely in metaphors. Next to that kind of presentation, our old, hand-painted Disney cartoons look like very musical cave drawings.

It's not to say our kids won't enjoy them, but at some point, they're going to ask why the movies we grew up with "look so weird" because they'll know they don't look normal. They just won't be able to tell you why.

Before the announcer can even start the match, my son will start complaining. "Uhh, Dad. Is the game broken? Why can you see what I'm doing? And I can see what you're doing! Are you cheating? Did you install a cheat on this game?" After a few moments of wondering what he's bellyaching about, it'll hit me: This kid has never seen split-screen before. He's never had to separate the sections of the television with a piece of cardboard or a blanket so his opponent can't see what he's doing. Halo 2 went offline years ago, but every single game my son plays with people will be online, and every interaction he has will be with a screaming stranger on the opposite end of a microphone.

To explain split-screen gaming to a child is like opening up an encyclopedia to the early 2000s to preach the history of electronic media itself. We had online play, sure, but if you had a dial-up modem, you couldn't connect to s**t. What's that? You don't know what dial-up is? Then forget I even mentioned it, because that's a whole other can of worms I'm never interested in opening up. The Steam gaming platform existed back in the day, but the servers were complete garbage and couldn't handle the influx of users trying to connect to them. In a nutshell, online gaming was an endurance test and frankly, I didn't feel like dealing with it.

INESby/PixabayI went through all of these in the first week that Unreal Tournament 2004 was released.

I would simply invite people to physically come into my home so we could play a game on the same television like a f*****g Flintstone. And do you want to hear some s**t? We didn't play on the 55-inch TV we have in our living room. The TVs we played on were 19 or 20 inches max! That may sound like some kind of diabolical hellscape, but at least back then, if someone hit our Mario Kart with a blue shell, we could physically reach over and punch them in the balls. Let's see you do that through a microphone, you smug little bastard!

How the hell do you convince a child growing up in the Bale/Affleck era of Batman that the superhero movies of my generation were presented seriously and with a straight face? I feel every scene needs to be prefaced with "Now, keep in mind, this was the '90s, and standards were different then." But even that doesn't explain the constant string of bad one-liners or the neon-glowing architecture that provides a constant, direct contrast with everything my son has come to know about Gotham City. How do you explain to a kid that Selina Kyle gets walked all over by some cats and somehow comes back to life, and we're just supposed to say "Yes. Just like that."?

Warner Bros.Basically a documentary.

My son's first F-word will most definitely be when he turns to me during Batman And Robin and says, "Dad, seriously ... are you f*****g with me? This is a joke, right? A joke that isn't funny?" And the answer will be "no." Even though every actor on screen is completely hamming it up, and even though they hired Jim Carrey, and Schwarzenegger is spitting out cold-related puns every 16 seconds, no. None of this was meant to be a joke. And when it comes to Batman, my boy, this is all we had.

It can get exhausting being told by a kid that your childhood hero is a sham, so to put both of our minds at ease, we can just throw on an episode of the 1960s' Batman TV show and laugh. Because that show was just f*****g silly.

At this point, I'm trying to keep my head from spinning off my neck and bouncing around the room. There is a prison on Sesame Street? Muppets commit crime? Crimes big enough to warrant extensive jail time? Why doesn't that Abby Kadabber or whatever just use her magic wand to bust Alex's dad out of prison? What the f**k happened to Sesame Street since I stopped watching?

Sesame WorkshopHopefully, they've added a bar, because I'll need one by the time this episode is over.

I need to drill a little deeper, so I ask my son what Bert and Ernie are up to, and am a little shocked to hear him ask "Who?" I frantically explain that Bert and Ernie are yellow and orange Muppets, respectively, they're roommates and they get into an adventure literally every week. That's when he tells me that Ernie really only comes around when they talk about baths, and Bert is just completely f*****g MIA. Not only that, but Big Bird, Telly Monster, Snuffleupagus, and the Count have all basically been pushed back to secondary characters in favor of Elmo, his friends, and his parents. Oh, right, Elmo has parents now. His Dad even has a soul patch, because of f*****g course the guy that raised Elmo to be Elmo would be going through a disaster of a mid-life crisis.

Sesame Workshop"I've been brewing beer in the garage, Elmo."

At some point, the creators of Sesame Street decided to cut the show down to a half hour and phase out most of the cast we knew and loved, and shine the spotlight on Elmo, Cookie Monster, and that fairy puppet Abby. The characters I try to describe to my son from when I was growing up may as well be from a completely different show, because he has no f*****g clue who I'm talking about. Elmo has a smart phone, and this world is no longer meant for me.

I'd like to continue this conversation to find out what else changed while I was away, but it's getting late and my son needs his vitamin.

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