
What is it with these sour and dour young curmudgeons? With half of their lives still ahead of them, they should be happy, but they clearly aren't -- they're the most miserable and humourless demographic to come along yet. They gripe and grouse and piss and moan about everything, but there's nothing they like to whine about more than how they got the short end of some imaginary inter-generational stick, having been left with nothing but the crumbs from the boomer cake. Poor things. All together now:
Awwwwww!
It's obvious what the problem is, and who can blame them? These people came of age in the 80s and 90s -- ewww! -- with horrible clothes, ugly hair, shitty music and a wretched economy. They were the first generation to grow up thinking sex would kill if the sun's rays didn't get them first. But worst of all, they missed
THE SIXTIES!
which were even more amazing, fantastic and cool and wonderful than these sour little straight-arrows jealously imagine. Who can blame them for being pissed that they arrived just as the fun stopped? And I wonder if that's a coincidence...
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