Glancing through the ‘Gen-Y Slang’ thread over in MPSIMS, I couldn’t help but notice that there was a bit of a dust-up concerning where the generational lines ought to be drawn. Speaking purely for the rest of us, I tend to define both ‘Gen-Y’ and ‘Gen-X’ in similar terms:
These would be the pompous, cowardly, shrill little prigs who can wrinkle their noses with disgust and point to their pink-lunged, clean-livered purity as evidence of their superiority while, without a trace of irony, laying claim to experience of vast promiscuity, sophisticated drug use, and wild living that would pucker Timothy Leary’s arsehole.
The fatuous little turds who put on more posturing affectations than a Viennese puppet theatre while simultaneously bemoaning the lack of genuineness and honesty in the world.
These are the open-minded, holier-than-thou cocktails of walking cliches who can renounce sexism, racism, and white males in the same breath.
The impertinent, pretentious adolescents who can sit around in a Starbucks at the mall sipping Columbian coffee while organizing protests against development and the loss of the Rain Forests, and who, when questioned, march out their mealy-mouthed subscription to the orthodoxies of the academic mafia line abreast, like Panzer Divisions.
GAWD I love you predictable little shitballs. . . <sniff> . . . C’mere and give us a big hug . . . You’re a frothing bunch of hypocritical little ass-wipes . . . Just like the rest of us . . .
Dr. Watson
“A youth is an appetite with a skin pulled over it.”
Don’t forget the ones who protest the WTO’s trampling of personal property rights by destroying several square blocks of Seattle.
And the ones who buy Ben and Jerry’s Rainforest Crunch because it’s doing a little good in the world, scarfing it down as they drive off in their 4 mpg SUV’s.
I love that! Lemme tell ya, going to college in your 30s teaches you most of all what an asshole you were when you were 19. I see the girls here and think how annoying they are and then realize, I was just like that at their age. It’s the conceit of the young, to think you’re soooo unique and special. Ha.
Um excuse me, but Pseudo-hippies driving Jeep Cherokees sounds more like the Baby Boomer Soccer Mom Squad than the average apathetic Gen-Xer.
Tony Soprano: We’re the only country in the world where the pursuit of happiness is guaranteed in writing… Where’s my happiness then? Dr. Melfi: It’s the pursuit that’s guaranteed. Tony Soprano Yeah, always a fucking loophole.
And I’m sure all you 40 and 50-somethings had the whole world figured out, were right on the money with all your “hippy-drippy, free love, free-your-mind” bullshit ethos, and you were all around infallible when you 17.
As a 25 year old member of gen-X (just typing that makes my soul shiver) I have to agree with Dr. Watson.
My age group is full of self-involved, holier than thou people who believe they have the answer to everything, looking at issues in a high-minded way while basically having no clue about anything. It is kind of irritating to see people think they have the entire world figured out, when I know they (or I, or anyone else for that matter) doesn’t.
At least I can rest assured that at some point they will be snapped back to reality.
Y’know what kind of kids really tic me off? the one who foil your plans to take over the ski lodge after you’ve gone to all the trouble to dress up like the abominable snowman. And their dog too.
" . . . is it fair to lump us all in the same category?"
Ye gads saucy potato, would that I had been given a choice of the categories to begin with. But where would be the fun in that? The whole point of these drippingly frivolous ‘battles’ between the fractious factions is that every mother’s child gets to choose a side. Well, nearly so. Given that one is rather saddled at birth with certain characteristics, many, but by no means all, choices have already been made for you. But most of that is for other threads and braver men than I to explore.
Of course it isn’t fair to lump any group together and offer blanket observations or condemnations. This particular truth would be the implied point of all of this, I expect. Paucity of imagination and dullness of wit aside, what cause would be served by failing to invite the analysts, the perennially disgruntled, the professionally offended, and the hard-core nit-pickers into a protest against them? Thus far they have failed to register, but I think they’ll be stopping by before long.
You are “lumped” no more than you “lump”, and condemned no more than you condemn. Such is the price of an, “Us vs. Them,” mentality, and such is the galloping nonsense that keeps this brand of idiocy alive and well and thriving in the land of the free.
As far as I know, no one has yet died from disillusionment, and I mean to keep it that way.
Dr. Watson
“There is nothing more refreshing than a self-made man who worships his Creator.”
My young brother, hoo boy. He’s a piece of work. He’s not as bad as they get. Even I wasn’t as bad as they got. But I can see in him a species of the very same stupidity I used to swim in. I tell him, “Don’t make any decisions you’ll have live with for the rest of your life. In five years – just five years – you’ll have completely different views. And if you don’t, it’s time to come to terms with the fact that you’re a moron.”
Saucy, the posts would be very long and unwieldy if we had to list individually all the people that fit a generalization and all that don’t. It’s understood that there are always exceptions, but it’s not the exceptions that define the group.
