Zhukov said:
What do they expect?
Kids today aren't going to want a Gameboy in the same way I wouldn't really want to drive a T-Model Ford, no matter how well it still ran.
I mean, I can appreciate it's legacy value and I'm sure it would make an awesome collector's item, but you wouldn't see me driving one into work.
Me neither, but damn. Vintage cars from the early twentieth are beautiful. I'm a fan of Duesenberg's production, myself. Nice, blocky-yet-curvy and ultra classy town cars. The whole brand had as bit of a retroactive Dieselpunk Chic going.
That said, I wouldn't drive a Model T or a Duesy to work. Fuel efficiency, speed, responsiveness and whatnot.
On topic, though - being butthurt at this if you're around your thirties is kind of a given. Every generation starts off by saying "Oh, we'll be different, we'll be tolerant and accepting of the wondrous changes technology will bring us!"
Then you wake up, thirty years have passed, and you no longer have "it". You are no longer hip or cool. You're old, and you've joined the ranks of the fuddy-duddies the Archie comics tend to perennially stick somewhere in the fifties' mindset. I'm exxagerating, but the point is that time calcifies us, no matter what we might try to stay in the know.
Plus, kids are ungrateful by nature. It's not a criticism, it's a fact! Even I used to be an unbelievable little shit, come Christmas, until I realized how ingratitude made everyone else feel super awkward! With that in mind, actually getting butthurt is futile. If you know they can't appreciate the fun of having a vintage Gameboy between their hands, then you adjust your expectations accordingly.
At the very least, that's how I stay sane during the Holidays, after being stuck hearing my cousins' younger kids holler about this or that gift sucking. I was there, I used to say horrible shit to people who loved me, I used to have no concept of how fleeting time is. With that in mind, the munchkins can say whatever bullcrap they like, it won't bother me.
Captcha: trolololol
No, Captcha. I'm being honest.