Chez Pazienza writes trenchantly in the Huffington Post about the baby-boomer Me Generation and their 40 years of complete self-absorbtion:
Such is the real legacy of the 60s, as filtered through the haze of bong smoke still looked back on with fondness by many of those who were there: It introduced the most narcissistic, self-congratulatory, self-indulgent generation this country has ever seen. A group of people political satirist Christopher Buckley jokingly calls "The Un-greatest Generation."
As far as they're concerned, they own the world -- and to some extent they do, and have since they first went from being counter-culture warriors to being shallow, shameless Wall Street capitalists in the 1980s. When Wavy Gravy gave way to Gordon Gekko. When the Baby Boomers ascended to a position of real power in America, it was almost a certainty that they would do what they'd done since the 60s: shove their values (which always came down to one thing: them), their culture, and their nostalgia for their own childhood down our collective throats, allowing the rest of us the opportunity to fully grasp and revel right along with them in what they already knew so well -- their lives ruled. It was this gargantuanly egocentric attitude that gave us the "Me Generation" during the 70s and went on to bankrupt parts of this country, both financially and morally, in the 80s and beyond. No wonder "my generation" (no pun intended), the so-called Gen-X, eventually decided that the only way to fight back was to abandon all that phony, ultimately self-serving conscientiousness and just not give a shit about anything.
(via fruitylips, OOB)
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I'm rather curious to know where you find blame in that. You did, I presume, read the article, not just that excerpt?
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I read the article.
Still, I wish I could say that I had not. In reply to its author: "No, I will not shut up. You are mistaken in your over-generalized smear of a generation, in your profound ignorance of your own limitations (the rhetorical device of admitting to some of them (on your own terms, to be sure) in order to deflect having them pointed out to you in detail fools only a certain proportion even of those who already agree with you). I've never cared for folks who presume to speak on behalf of others -- I recollect something judicious about this in the Callahans Flame FAQ, actually. So perhaps I should allow the Woodstock Generation to speak for itself.
I wasn't a hippy -- I was a Nixonite. I didn't care much for Joan Baez (although more now than then, I must admit). I just find the tone of that article unpleasant, and your own use of rhetorical device ("interesting that", "I'm rather curious", etc.) in your reply to my comment not worthy of you; your characterization of its author as writing "trenchantly" I find to be mistaken (particularly in that component of the adverb's definition implying keenness of insight and successful application of penetrative thought), and your last sentence simply offensive.
In fact, to my dismay, I'm afraid we have reached a parting of the ways -- or I have, anyhow.
Thank you for your tolerance over the years for my admiration of your taste in grey silk argyle stockings, your wit, your puns, your kindness, your love for your family, your adorable English accent, preserved despite all, your physical beauty (though I should be embarrassed, doubtless, to mention it), your bravery and determination in your recovery from your motorcycle accident and the repeated complications and operations thereafter, and for other things before my time at Callahans and in other venues that I no doubt have only the vaguest inkling of, -- not surprising, of course, since apparently after forty years I still don't have a clue about what Pazienza has had to put up with. I admire and love you for them. But the damage to my digestion from your taste in politics has simply become too much for my daily reading. I'm sorry it's so -- my fault, not yours. After all, I don't have to read it -- or respond, for that matter. But since I find myself unable to refrain from doing so, periodically, to my own certain discomfiture and perhaps to yours as well, I'll say goodbye, and wishing you well.
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(Aside, that is, from the immediate environs of the Gordon Gekko reference, and I think few people will deny that the generation of Wall Street speculators who arrived there in the 80s have since strip-mined the economy to the best of their ability. Since that was contained in the part I quoted, and I didn't see anything else in the rest of the article that I could imagine that you could have been referring to, it was natural to wonder whether you'd skipped the actual article and instead judged it solely by the excerpt I quoted. I thought it unlikely that you had done so; I merely considered the possibility, and was asking for confirmation that you had read the full article, not trying to imply that you hadn't.)
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Dude.
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they tend to be the overprotected children of people who've experience a "crisis" (ie WWII) (in fact, they tend to be the reason there's a crisis for the next cycle to face.)
this is very very general overview and i haven't read the book fully yet so take it with a grain of salt, but someone did an excellent presentation on this and it made a lot of sense to me...
*they're focused on self discovery... not, for example, keeping track of who's watching their kids. thus... tendency towards narcissism...
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But sure, I guess it's a far superior moral position to "just not give a shit about anything."
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(Personally, I feel there are places where blame is due — for example, the way the generation of educators who grew up as hippies have let the US educational system fall to pieces through valuing basket-weaving and multicultural sensitivity above the ability to, say, do math beyond basic arithmetic and form a properly constructed English sentence, not to mention the political correctness movement and the promotion of the bizarre idea that there exists a right not to be offended — but that's almost orthogonal to his argument.)