Well, yes. Get with the times, as they say. My life is infinitely better than that of my grandparents or great-grandparents, and as a result, I don't need to be as "tough" as them. Actually, it'd be stupid for me to be as tough as them. I don't work through severe cuts or let them get infected. I see a doctor. I don't walk for 2 days to testify in a minor trial like my great-grandma did because I have a car. I haven't fought in a war because my parents made the awesome choice to move to Canada. Surely these are all good things.
My ancestors weren't tough for toughness sake. They were tough because they had to be. My grandfather was born a subsistence farmer's son. He didn't own a pair of shoes until he was 14 or 15. He got married at 19 and was drafted into a German satellite army by the time he was 20. Before he would've been old enough to drink in current USA, he had deserted that army to go join a rag-tag bunch of rebels in the forest. He went to law school at 36. His life became infinitely better and easier. And yes, he became less tough. I remember him as an old man watching cartoons with me and teaching me how to do crossword puzzles. He was no Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, but I don't think he felt bad about becoming "a pansy."