Greetings, Persephoneers! It’s Friday, and perhaps you’re looking for a reason to duck out early. Maybe you have a hot date. Maybe that date is with Netflix and ice cream because you cannot EVEN with this day. News Appetizers don’t judge.
I bought Reality Bites on VHS in 1995, when I was 16, in those primitive days when you had to wait around a year to see a movie you’d missed in the theater. As I paid, my dad asked the sales clerk what it was about. “It’s a minor slacker film that teens seem to love,” the clerk sighed, rolling his eyes.
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