Monday, 2010 February 8 8:45 PM MST — Arvada, Colorado UNITED STATES
“In the world of inevitable moral decay, shouldn't it be the young ones who would be the most awful, rude, inconsiderate people that you could imagine with their impatient sense of greedy entitlement?”
First we were the Pepsi generation. Then, we became the Seinfeld generation. Now, we're somehow the iPod generation. Tomorrow, we'll be some sort of generation with some sort of adjective attached implying that we're the product of mass-market, popular culture with a dose of moral decay added in for good effect.
Yeah, right! It's bad enough as if my generation was perceived to be shallow enough to revolve entirely around an iPod, a nihilistic television show or the concept of instant gratification. It's worse to be assumed that we're a lost-cause generation with no hope and a future worth weeping for. It's a load of bullshit… pure, unadulterated bullshit.
When I deal with someone at work, I'm privy to their details: date of birth, address, employment history, racial background, driver's license number… Point being, I know the age of the people that I talk to. Some of these people are decent people who it's a pleasure to help. Others… let's just say that I pray that they call me some nasty bad word so that I can hang up on them. I tend to notice a correlation: people born in the '80s are not just nice; they are the most pleasant, understanding and patient people to work with. People born in the '40s, '50s and '60s are not by any means awful as a rule, but most awful people were born in the '40s, '50s and '60s. '70s… it's hit or miss. Does that really make sense? In the world of inevitable moral decay1, shouldn't it be the young ones who would be the most awful, rude, inconsiderate people that you could imagine with their impatient sense of greedy entitlement?
Quote to ponder: “Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.” — Albert Einstein
Currently listening to…
Piece By Piece
By Katie Melua
Released on Tuesday, 2006 June 6.
Currently reading…
East Of Eden
By John Steinbeck
Released on Tuesday, 1952 September 23.
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