“But the kids today don’t have that luxury; they must produce just to participate in society.”
Whenever philosophers decide to take it upon themselves to deign that society, or, more appropriately, Generation Y is doomed from the start simply because we are different, we are adapting, we are seizing the things that are in front of us—the arguments tend to fall a little flat. Generation Y was born into a dynamically changing world where the norm is flux, the death of the American Dream, and post-modernistic thinking oozes from English classes to collect in the societal consciousness of our college educated youth that call upon their collectivity to change the world. The power lies in the diversity, the rapid flow of opinions between those who have and have-not, those who are here and not here, those who can do and those who cannot do. This addition of the pervasiveness of perspective to the cultural hodge-podge that built itself up from the breakdown of certain master narratives that defined what it meant to be “American” or “college-aged” or even “kids” gave us the impetus to singularly rotate situations one-hundred and eighty degrees and attack them from an angle once not thought possible.
It’s not a disadvantage to those who tackle it. So stop telling us that it is.
Faulkner was driven to write about the human condition, because nothing else was worth putting the pen to paper to describe. There was an endless amount of depth, detail, and viewpoints with which to experiment—and the result was a disorienting, challenging discourse of the state of life summed up nicely in the incredibly dense works of “the politics of storytelling” based firmly upon Michel Foucault’s life works. The decay of personal history, the presentation of the voices previously unheard, the inter-connectedness of human lives, and the flow of human thought as an inroad to progressive dialgoue—
“Because if it were just to hell; if that were all of it. Finished. If things just finished themselves. Nobody else there but her and me. If we could just have done something so dreadful that they would have fled hell except us.”
—are not simply the works of a modernist, but also the bread and butter of Generation Y. The way that we think, the way we don’t think, the simply diversity of thinking is a powerful tool that can turn what was once hopeless into something full of possibility. We are the Generation Flux, Generation Change, Generation Lost-After-College—but we are our own and we answer to our own, glorifying clarion calls, shouted again and again on various platforms to say that we are all unique, in our own ways and we’re going to fight for that diversity. Some would say it is not a prison, but rather, an unlocking of potential and need for self-fulfillment that can look like folly.
But then, it’s all a matter of perspective.
Currently Listening to: Let It Go – Dragonette.