Fair enough, it seems a simple answer to me, but I appreciate we're in different situations. I'm delighted to have two young children that I can expect to live until old age, and I'm glad my pregnant sister-in-law doesn't have a high chance of dying in labour.
There are other problems that come with the march of time, and I'm fortunate to be born where I was and have the life I do. My ancestors were pretty much all English or Irish peasant farmers, and I'm far too lazy to do real subsitance work.
I would die in a day, working like they did back then. I love my cushy teaching job.
I just think the answer isn't quite so simple. But this topic's been done to death in those stories where some person thinks life is so much better in "the good old days", goes back in time, and is miserable.
