Do I fear the phone because I’m a horrible Millenial? Is it my anxiety? Please don’t call with an answer.
I hope you all will excuse me while I make rash, sweeping generalizations about, well, pretty much all of us (or at least the generations to which we belong). I think it’s interesting that the idea of the lovable, cool slacker arose in the 80s and 90s as a counter-cultural alternative to yuppies and corporate expansion, but I’m not sure that the art of slacking has translated well for my Generation, the Y-ers, who are, if anything, hyper-motivated, helicopter-parented and desirous of “making their mark in the world.” Read More Gen. X, Gen. Y and the Art of Slacking
Are you old enough to remember and appreciate the renaissance of Kurt and Courtney and zines and Cabbage Patch Dolls and Daria and Sassy and My So-Called Life? If so, I envy you as only a Gen. Y-er, part of the generation that is defined by disenfranchisement and raging discontent, can. Read More All I Want for Christmas Is To Be Gen. X
It is a sad day. I wanted to review Patti Smith’s autobiography Just Kids, but guess what? Apparently two-day shipping is no longer literal (yet another reason to boycott Amazon! The only thing standing in my way is already having a Prime account and my own cheapskate personality). In the meantime, I’d like to share two fiction books I’ve read recently, both of which blew me away (one in a rather more positive way than the other). Read More We Try It!: Hipster-Lit + YA Gold