RetroGroove_Grrl
08-26-2004, 05:31 PM
An article I had published in the student paper at my university
You Don’t Have To Go There, Or Do That, To Buy The T-shirt.
Is there anything more utterly boring than acceptance? As a young woman with a whole life ahead of me, I believe that people of my generation are more trapped than any of our predecessors. For my future I do not foresee trouble, nor major social conflict, nor anything but business suits and boredom, for what is there left? Exactly where is the room to extend into undiscovered territory. The parents of my generation have taken it all and left only books, tales and remakes of bad movies behind for us to absorb and accept. No longer does one have to “Go there, and do that to buy the T-Shirt’. These days, the T-Shirt comes without the experience, a commodity and a well-marketed one at that. Making the effort just seems too hard
I’m not excited by my future. I do not look forward to finishing my degree, because I know what looms ahead. Not only for me, but for most people my age: A job that is not quite what we were hoping for, sufficient to provide us a with an income while we sit around waiting for life to happen to us. There is a point in every child’s life where they come to accept that they probably won’t become rock star, or a fireman, or a marine biologist who swims with dolphins, but rather a Process Worker, a Sandwich Artist, or any other ordinary occupation with a ridiculous euphemism for ‘boring paper processor’ . What reason are we given for this? No reason, “That’s just the way it works honey, now eat your happy meal.”
Teens and Twenty something’s are dead the moment they are born. Despite our early aspirations, we are quickly conditioned for acceptance, the acceptance that as a grown up, you will buy a house in the suburbs, eat your breakfast, lunch, and dinner at MacDonald’s, and furnish your front and back yard with moss rocks or jigsaw bricks. You will buy a barbeque, you will probably buy a jeep to drive to the supermarket, you will get married, you will have children and then you shall proceed to quash their dreams as yours have been. So history repeats.
What I see before my eyes is a return to conservatism and conformism, with a sharper bite than ever before. What is even more unfortunate is the fact that this is not pending doom… It has already arrived. Under what other circumstance would half the world stand by and watch as their country ‘leaders’ dictate their rights in the name of supposed democracy?
It is just not practical to think outside of the square. To accept the idea of living to consume and die, making sure that one does not think to far ahead, is the best possible route to being content and calling it happiness. Most people these days do not go to university because they want to enjoy learning and extend their knowledge, but rather to have a nice piece of paper that will land them a comfortable job, so they can afford to buy a comfortable home or travel to all the tourist destinations of Indonesia or India and really discover themselves. After which they shall come home, resume their comfortable jobs, and occupy their stately homes satisfied that they have “really lived”.
We are a sedated generation with a future on valium. How easy it is to access an alternative to the norm. How over stimulated we are with choice. For my generation, we choose the ordinary, or at least attempt to make the extraordinary seem ordinary. Where is outrage? Why is it that we can’t get angry anymore. Why do we not cry or feel fear when we hear that somebody had been beaten, raped or murdered. Feelings have been willingly surrendered to the mundane processes of everyday life. Anger on the roads, laughing through a sitcom, crying through a movie, fear of missing out on the latest clothes.
Why was it that we protested the war in Iraq, and when nobody listened, we all went home to watch it on the television? All I can put it down to is acceptance, ‘Oh well, if you can’t beat them, you might as well join them’. Maybe if we wait long enough there will be another war, and we can all go out and scream until were told not to all over again.
Never again shall we see Cultural Revolution as our parents did. It’s been done to death, no one is interested anymore. Even if they were, there are movies about it. When we can be bothered, we’ll experience it by osmosis and pretend that we know what it’s really like to live.
You Don’t Have To Go There, Or Do That, To Buy The T-shirt.
Is there anything more utterly boring than acceptance? As a young woman with a whole life ahead of me, I believe that people of my generation are more trapped than any of our predecessors. For my future I do not foresee trouble, nor major social conflict, nor anything but business suits and boredom, for what is there left? Exactly where is the room to extend into undiscovered territory. The parents of my generation have taken it all and left only books, tales and remakes of bad movies behind for us to absorb and accept. No longer does one have to “Go there, and do that to buy the T-Shirt’. These days, the T-Shirt comes without the experience, a commodity and a well-marketed one at that. Making the effort just seems too hard
I’m not excited by my future. I do not look forward to finishing my degree, because I know what looms ahead. Not only for me, but for most people my age: A job that is not quite what we were hoping for, sufficient to provide us a with an income while we sit around waiting for life to happen to us. There is a point in every child’s life where they come to accept that they probably won’t become rock star, or a fireman, or a marine biologist who swims with dolphins, but rather a Process Worker, a Sandwich Artist, or any other ordinary occupation with a ridiculous euphemism for ‘boring paper processor’ . What reason are we given for this? No reason, “That’s just the way it works honey, now eat your happy meal.”
Teens and Twenty something’s are dead the moment they are born. Despite our early aspirations, we are quickly conditioned for acceptance, the acceptance that as a grown up, you will buy a house in the suburbs, eat your breakfast, lunch, and dinner at MacDonald’s, and furnish your front and back yard with moss rocks or jigsaw bricks. You will buy a barbeque, you will probably buy a jeep to drive to the supermarket, you will get married, you will have children and then you shall proceed to quash their dreams as yours have been. So history repeats.
What I see before my eyes is a return to conservatism and conformism, with a sharper bite than ever before. What is even more unfortunate is the fact that this is not pending doom… It has already arrived. Under what other circumstance would half the world stand by and watch as their country ‘leaders’ dictate their rights in the name of supposed democracy?
It is just not practical to think outside of the square. To accept the idea of living to consume and die, making sure that one does not think to far ahead, is the best possible route to being content and calling it happiness. Most people these days do not go to university because they want to enjoy learning and extend their knowledge, but rather to have a nice piece of paper that will land them a comfortable job, so they can afford to buy a comfortable home or travel to all the tourist destinations of Indonesia or India and really discover themselves. After which they shall come home, resume their comfortable jobs, and occupy their stately homes satisfied that they have “really lived”.
We are a sedated generation with a future on valium. How easy it is to access an alternative to the norm. How over stimulated we are with choice. For my generation, we choose the ordinary, or at least attempt to make the extraordinary seem ordinary. Where is outrage? Why is it that we can’t get angry anymore. Why do we not cry or feel fear when we hear that somebody had been beaten, raped or murdered. Feelings have been willingly surrendered to the mundane processes of everyday life. Anger on the roads, laughing through a sitcom, crying through a movie, fear of missing out on the latest clothes.
Why was it that we protested the war in Iraq, and when nobody listened, we all went home to watch it on the television? All I can put it down to is acceptance, ‘Oh well, if you can’t beat them, you might as well join them’. Maybe if we wait long enough there will be another war, and we can all go out and scream until were told not to all over again.
Never again shall we see Cultural Revolution as our parents did. It’s been done to death, no one is interested anymore. Even if they were, there are movies about it. When we can be bothered, we’ll experience it by osmosis and pretend that we know what it’s really like to live.