The Golden Era Of Anything…


Piper’s Passing Placed Perplexing Ponderings…

Roddy Piper passed away last week. The loss of Piper got me thinking about the early days of televised wrestling. Piper was a staple in what many refer to as the golden era of professional wrestling. As his predecessors, personalities such as Mad Dog Vachon, Wahoo McDaniel, Verne Gagne, and the Crusher faded into obscurity, Piper was a great transitional figure to bridge the gap between eras. He and his contemporaries helped freshen up the scenery as well as the entrainment value of televised wrestling – substantially. Eventually TV wresting became too big, too juiced, and too commercialized for my tastes. However, Piper was part of a special era that lasted about ten years – a golden era.

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All Around Us…

There have been many golden eras of institutions and technologies that we can reflect on. The automobile. Science. Television. Baseball. Cinema. Skateboarding. Rock & Roll. Even bipartisan politics. The Islamic religion had its golden era. Even war had its golden era – if you believe fending off Hitler vs. fighting for oil was a more noble undertaking.

Back when a Cougar was a Cougar, not a middle-aged...

Back when a Cougar was a Cougar, not a middle-aged…

There have been many golden eras though history, and we are partial to them on reflection because they have provided us with something new. New ideas. New personalities. New technologies. It is the freshness and uniqueness of change which makes periods golden.

As I look round today though, there don’t seem to be too many products, technologies, personalities, or institutions demonstrating a golden era. I can’t imagine our descendants looking back on YouTube, Twitter, Facebook or blogging with a storied past. The MMA…? I just don’t see it. The golden age of solar panels…? Not likely. The golden era of multiplex theaters…? God help us.

Golden age of Islam.  Yes.  Golden age of the MMA.  Doubtful.

Golden age of Islam. Yes. Golden age of the MMA. Doubtful.

That’s the disparity with increasing complexity; that at time when we have more fresh ideas, personalities, and technologies contributing to society – and at an exponential level, it seems it’s all been done before. Seemingly, there’s nothing truly fresh for us to appreciate.

Perhaps one can make the argument that in the world of rapidly increasing social and technical complexities, the reason we’re no longer able to experience golden eras of anything is because things are just changing and evolving too quickly for anything to become golden, to establish, or sink in.

One can make a related argument that there are so many golden eras developing around us everyday and all at once, that we can’t see through them all to identify or appreciate the ones which might matter or affect most.

We might be stepping into a golden era of religious tolerance. We might also be experiencing the golden era of gender equality. More likely though, we are just crawling toward them. Only our descendants will know for certain.

A sign of the golden era of religious tolerance...

A sign of the golden era of religious tolerance…

My Golden Era…

Reflecting on golden eras, I began to contemplate whether we, as individuals, have our own. I think mine was in my early 40s. I had just given away my TVs in favor of books on religion, physics, and philosophy as those became more important to me than Baywatch. I gave away my car.  I regularly listened to podcasts of Speaking of Faith (now On Being). I quit listening to music all the time, and began to meditate daily.

This was at a time when my business was taking off, I was writing daily, I was at the ocean weekly, and I was in the best physical shape of my life. This stretch lasted from roughly age 42-46 – the golden age of Jhciacb. What made it golden is that  for the first time, I was living he exact life I have designed for myself. Few of my friends at the time could say the same.

The golden era of Jhciacb...

The golden era of Jhciacb…

Like all golden ages, mine did not last. It was a moment in time, sponsored by freshness. Though I haven’t exactly gone to hell in a handbasket, I have evolved, adapted, and changed. Though I’m still self-employed and in fair physical shape, I have allowed other things to enter my life, and influence its direction. And so it goes…

Golden Redux…

Occasional some institutions and technologies do have a 2nd golden era; baseball is arguably having one right now. Muscle cars are back, and in a big way. It’s been suggested by critics that script writing in television has never been better. Maybe, but those resurgent golden ages aren’t the same. Nothing is truly fresh a second time around.

We live in arguable the most amazing age in history, yet we take most everything for granted. As previously stated, I tend to side with the belief that a new golden era of something arises every day – and gives way just as quickly to something even more fresh. I guess if we’re not looking, we just won’t see them. Be well… rc

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15 responses

  1. Perhaps what we have now are Fools Gold(en) eras?

    Thinking back to my golden era as a surgeon. I loved everyone in the department I was working with. I did the most exciting cases. I would be picked up at the hospital by my raven-haired French girlfriend in my red Alfa Romeo convertible, which she drove very well. Of course I was too much the fool to recognize what I had and as all golden eras, it slipped away.

    As I understand it, “Rowdy” Ronda Rousey got her nickname from Roddy Piper.

    This trip down memory lane brought to you by producer Roy Cohen.

  2. So when does the football season begin. Some of us out here in fairy land can’t wait much longer without going mad. Thank God the gold age of TV wrestling ended and the Golden age of TV football started (soon I hope)

    • I think that’s the point Lisa. Nobody now knows what golden ages are in the works, but there soooooo many that perhaps our children’s children won’t the the forest through the trees…

  3. I’m still waiting for my next Golden Era, a better time of purity,and simplicity where great things will be accomplished. No matter how well I may plan,somehow a wrench is thrown into my Golden Sprocket,grinding my gears to a screeching halt. In the meantime I do cherish the many blessings each rising day. I am Thankful for Family and Friends surrounding me. Something Old is Something New !

  4. Likely my favorite column of yours; your growth as a writer is phenomenal. The only clunky comment was baseball having a second golden era. Really? I never hear anyone talking about the game…. P.S. Was “fence wrecking” your initial golden era? 🙂

    • Thank you, Douglas. That means a great deal to me. Baseball survived the drug era, though it is still out there. Attendance is at an all-time high, and TV ratings are up. So, maybe.

      Fence wrecking should be an Olympic sport!

  5. I’d argue baseball and softball are always golden. 🙂

    I don’t have to look too far to recognize a golden era: the 90s. Aahhh the 90s.

    I might add that Nike is making a KILLING on athletic socks and I can only hope my boys will one day look back on all of their and their friends’ ridiculous basketball “gear” and see how foolish this era is when all they ever needed was a pair of sneakers and a ball.

    Great post, Roy.

    • Thank you, Heidi. I kind of almost agree with the “always” thing if it weren’t for the late 70s and most of the 90s in baseball. Softball is always golden.

      As for the 90s being your golden era…. Uhm, Edie Brikell. I win.

  6. Perhaps the institutions and technologies that have second golden eras aren’t truly fresh the second time around, but I am absolutely positive we humans can have multiple golden ages, each one completely different and better in its own ways than the others.

    I can think back on several different small chunks of years in my life that I would consider Golden Eras of my time on Earth. Some of them I realized were golden while I was in them, some of them only shine in retrospect. When you do recognize what a golden spot you’re in while you’re in it, that makes it all that much sweeter to appreciate and enjoy it.

    Great post, Roy!

    • Thank you, Shannon. I have thought a lot about this since posting it. Rarely do I re-read my shtick, but this one I have several times. In hindsight, I can see several golden eras in my life. Perhaps there are one or two still ahead. I hope — I HOPE if they are there, I will be aware of them in process.

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