My generation isn’t as enthusiastic
about technology as the pundits of an older generation seem to think. They talk
of our Facebook self-consciousness, our endless hours wasted looking at corgi
butts on Buzzfeed, and our sense of 1920s style optimism surrounding the
technology boom we see expanding like an all-encompassing Big Bang before our
eyes. But they somehow miss the irony with which we engage those pastimes.
My
generation knows that those parts of our lives are superficial. We spend a
minute or two looking at them, like we used to watch cartoons when we were
kids, and then we turn our conversations to questions of global justice, the
environment, the problems of sexual identity politics, and the absurdity of
patriotism in the face of a globalized outlook that is aware enough to
recognize that the content of a person’s character is ultimately his or her
only defining feature. We recognize tribal identification as exactly what it is:
a childish form of self-aggrandizement.
My
generation looks at the bigotries of past generations and wonders how they
maintained their convictions in the face of nothing but concrete evidence and
experience to the contrary. We wonder why those who are older than us waste
time debating whether homosexuality is a choice or not (p.s. the answer is what
does it fucking matter? People fluctuate in sexuality as fickle as the weather,
and whether it’s a choice or not, you learn something new about the world
through the lens of a same-sex relationship). We wonder why they still talk in
terms of races and stereotypes when all the people we admire most from world
history represent every color and culture across the corners of the globe.
My generation
is concerned with consumerism and capitalist competition. I mean, we’re concerned about it. We admire innovative
people who make the most beautiful things and solve the most difficult problems
with the least amount of resources, the most ingenuity, and with the sharpest
eye to sustainability. When we hear older generations telling us to buy more,
waste more, and be as selfish as possible with our time and money, we look at
one another with expressions like, “Who is this asshole jabbering bullshit to
himself and why does he think we’re listening to him?”
My
generation thinks war is stupid. We don’t have the fuzzy peace fingers and the
ingratiating folk songs of our parents’ generation. We just think war is stupid.
It’s something stupid people do to gratify their own greedy ambitions. In
opposition, we believe in community, but not in the stiff repressed community
of nostalgic Republicans. We believe in collaboration – with likeminded people
from Whogivesashitwhere on the planet Earth, for we think nationalities are as
stupid as wars. We believe in hard work for small goals – growing food without
poison in it, making simple, satisfying lives that benefit everyone involved,
having fun with our bodies and imaginations, not what we are told to buy on TV.
My
generation is not yet wise, for we seem to have trouble overcoming a certain
sense of paralysis. That said, my generation is not who our elders think we
are. We understand equality not as an
idealistic way to fetishize the other like old school liberals, but instead as
a form of communication. We understand freedom,
not as a hall pass to be self-absorbed and oppressive to everyone different
from us like old school conservatives, but as an unpretentious way to live and
let live.
My
generation understands that life is as simple as proverbs make it out to be,
and yet there’s this whole web of complexity overlaying it that can be
frustrating at times. We’re not idealistic, because the things we believe in
that older people say are far-fetched are as simple as our daily experience. My
generation is not defined by our technology, but instead the information about
the world around us that it gives us access to. We’re not defined by the latest
incarnation of a get rich quick bubble, but instead the meaning of stewardship
for the land and one another. We’re sick of our elders’ insistence on a life of
consumptive alienation. We’re defined by our desire and our efforts to find a
better way to live.