School was closed last Thursday because of the ice, so Laura and I went to the mall to get some Christmas shopping taken care of. I’m not the biggest fan of the mall in specific and shopping in general to begin with; and when you mix in a barrage of “25% Off Your Materialized Christmas!” signs at every turn, then it’s pretty much a certainty that I’m going to leave with my knickers in a pinch.
I’m only twenty-five years old and optimistic overall, but I already know exactly what I’m going to be like when I’m at my eldest and of a grumpy disposition. I know this because that’s the man I turn in to after about a half hour in the mall: nothing suits me and everything is a sign of the ever-approaching Apocalypse. Teens with shirts that say, “Blame My Parents“. All these girls with their jeans tucked in to snow boots. In Texas! And where does Victoria’s Secret get off with their window displays? No link for a reason! This is a family show.
As certain as gravity, the rising sun and NFL players getting busted for drugs, every generation of Americans deride the one that follows it as a collection of wastefully indulgent slackers with little hope for anything but ruin. With their long hair, Satanic rock and roll music and the marijuana. But even if that sentiment has been true for decades, does that make it less urgent regarding the MTV Generation? If every generation says the next has “gone too far” just as the previous said about them, is there a point where it stops being a curmudgeonly resistence to change and becomes prophetic? Was that point 1954? 1992? Will it be 2013?