harder to be a twenty-something
an interesting post i found, just thought i’d share.
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This article should be titled “column writer gains readers by appealing to 20 somethings’ desire for excuses to stop taking responsibility for their unsuccessful lives.”
It contains a couple good points surrounded by nonsense.
The article was alright. I wasn’t really feeling the counterculture part of it, because while I do feel that yes, the hippie counterculture of the ’60s was infinitely more interesting, exciting, and worthwhile than today’s hipsters, it’s still up to us to make whatever counterculture we want. All the old ones are still alive and well, you can still be a hippie if you want to. Or you could make your own new thing. However, the economics point was spot-on.
@boribori90, @captdugan, If you’re minding your own business and someone beats the ever-loving shit out of you, is it really your fault for getting beat up? The baby boomers economically crippled us, and are now taking our useless limbs and whacking us with them, all the while saying “stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself.” I mean, yes, people should never forget that they always have options and nothing is predetermined, but there’s no denying that the baby boomers and even early generation x’ers fucked us, big time.
Hard to be a 20-something? Not at all, more people are living long enough than ever before.
Being a 20-something only requires that you stay alive for 20 years, and that’s effortless these days.
Congratulations, you’ve succeeded in being a 20-something. This won’t get any less easy unless you die or turn 30.
As for the situational circumstances these days, they’re not at all hard to deal with. Unless you MAKE it hard.
@theskafish, One thing we don’t need is a victim mentality, especially not while we enjoy all the freedom and privileges fought, bought, and stolen for us by previous generations.
Maybe it’s a matter of perspective, though. Plenty of young Americans throw their parents’ money around without realizing it’s value; how important it is to give back, how it’s not just about me, me, me.
It took me a few trips to the 3rd world to realize how -incredibly- lucky the vast majority of Americans are, and how little they care about the world’s problems. The “…well behaved middle child…?” Of the Hilton household, maybe. What I mean is that we don’t deserve half the self-pity we wallow in.
But like you said, we fulfill our own destinies. And fuck hipsters.