Thursday, May 31, 2007

Reagan Babies.

It was inevitable. Eventually a new cohort was bound to come along and form an identity to supplant the "X Generation". My age group will no longer set the hippest trends in popular culture. It happens to everyone in turn. It is time for us to assume the mantle of adulthood, and let someone else play for awhile. Ladies and Gentlemen... meet the... "Y Generation"?

That moniker is at once unfortunate (for those tagged with it) and a testament to the cultural hegemony of the X Generation. What is it about us that led to such an indelible generational identity? Maybe it's just a function of the times that nurtured us. But I've commented profusely on my fellow X'ers, and in the meantime given short shrift to the young un's. Who exactly are these new people clogging the arteries of society? They were born beginning sometime in the mid-80's, and the last of them came in the 90's. Many of them are offspring of the baby Boomer Generation, and so have been referred to as Echo Boomers. The other name I've heard regularly attributed to this group is the "Millenial Generation"- which is just as vague and nondescript as its more common alternative. I personally like the idea of calling them Reagan Babies (which reminds me of Jerry's Kids).

I was listening to NPR yesterday morning, and heard some troubling commentary about these most recent additions to the workforce. Apparently they expect a lot of praise from their employers. Because of the nature of their childhood, these folks expect to be coddled. These were the kids who all got a prize no matter how well they performed. They believed it when the adults told them that everyone is "special". They consider self-esteem to be a quality of paramount importance- above ability, effort or intent. This perspective has been taken to heart in some places. I listened with a sense of skepticism, as the NPR segment described a boss that puts on an awards ceremony at the start of every day at the office. While we X'ers would roll our eyes and sleepwalk through such proceedings, these kids have come to feel entitled to this kind of reassurance.

I've seen this in my professional life. No matter what a kid's behavior is like, his/her parents feel a need to second guess every other form of authority. I've heard the exact same excuses from mothers and fathers as I've heard from their children.You don't have to look too far to discover the origination of a teen's personality. Just call home. In talking to these parents, one would think that they honestly believe their offspring to be infallible. I hate to fall back on the cliche, but when I was a kid my folks expected me to respect my elders. Nowadays you have to negotiate to get any problems resolved. These young bucks expect to be treated as equals without demonstrating any merit. The Boomer sense of entitlement has been passed right along to their spawn.

I've got a proposal for a more descriptive nickname for these prats. Instead of the "Y Generation", why don't we call them "Generation Whine"? That would be much more appropriate.

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Friday, December 29, 2006

Are the Kids Alright?

When I was younger I was aware of the "generation gap"concept- that people of prior generations often had a difficult time relating to or understanding the cultural phenomena that we enjoyed. I was born smack dab into the center of the X-generation, and so I made a strong identification with my cohort. I felt fortunate that I didn't have to put a lot of effort into "looking cool". In fact, any efforts to appear put together were considered superficial. The grunge, or post-punk aesthetic ruled the day. That meaned I didn't have to shower or wash my clothes to get laid. The less I paid attention to my appearance, the easier it was to cultivate an aura of disaffected detachment.

As much as I feel that it's all a bit of nonsense to feel pride in having participated in society-wide mass movements, I do get all warm inside when I think of the contributions my generation made while we were young adults. In music we seemed to flourish. Sure the baby boomers had rock-and-roll, but X-gen'rs refined the concept. Rap, Techno, Industrial, House, Grunge, Punk, Post-Punk, Indie Rock, Goth and (Thank God!) Alt-Country all sprung from our musicians. In music, film and literature we benefitted from a D.I.Y.(Do It Yourself) approach, and truly felt emboldened to try anything...even if we had very little talent in our chosen direction. Everywhere advancements in technology meant that we could expose the masses to our projects. Affordable copy machines led to underground zines... video allowed anyone to participate in making moving images... and computers allowed us to create far-flung communities.

Of course there were the downsides. Drug use spiralled out of control everywhere. We invested large amounts of time playing mind-numbing videogames. Free Love turned into AIDS and other nasty venereal diseases. Mind-expansion morphed into widespread crack and heroin use. Growing up during the seventies and eighties left us very jaded. We had no faith in organized religion, traditional family values, or meaningful employment. There were no limits in the forms of crackpot conspiracy theories or creative doom that we could devise. We affected a total disengagement from politics, and thus empowered the extreme hubris of the baby boomers. It's been way too easy to lie to a generation that hasn't been paying attention.

Now the times, they are a'changin'. The majority of us are now over the age of 30, and we must cede our pop culture hegemony to the young' uns. We're accepting the remnants of a declining American prosperity and trying to make due. Meanwhile another crop of youths are replacing us. We are only now seeing the cusp of a new generation. I expect to see the sort of syncretist tweeners heralding the changing of the guard that we saw in the 70's- between the Boomers and the X-Gen.

It's too early to attribute many characteristics of group identity to the next generation. I've heard talk of a "Y- generation", but who wants to get stuck with an entirely derivative label? They haven't had much of a chance to assert themselves yet. So far we've seen "Emo" music and style. What exactly is it? Not entirely sure. But it seems like an extension of post-punk with whiny, emotional basket cases working hard to get their listeners to cut themselves. Yes... obviously derivative. There are also some developing trends in electronica that merge pop music with dance rhythms. As far as fashion is concerned, it seems like the kids are rejecting the slacker look of the X'ers. Their hair is kinked and teased meticulously. They wear white leather belts and polo shirts with the collars extended. Something called "metrosexual" is de rigueur. Evidently that entails boys wearing eye makeup and 80's-style girls' fashion jeans.

Particularly unsettling is a sense that, for this generation, irony has come full circle. With an extended holiday break, I've had the chance to closely observe the budding hipsters at play. They seem to be schizophrenic in their tastes. On the dance floor you might hear contemporary electronica or rap, only to be further distracted by subsequent airings of Brittany Spears or "classic" Billy Joel. It's quite disconcerting. It appears that they are making no qualitative distinctions at all. But at the same time they seem to display a complete lack of self-consciousness about this fact. While they put significant time into their appearances, they seem to completely eschew self-analysis. This choice allows them to have some pure, unmitigated fun. That's something my generation could probably benefit from.

Indeed there is some reason to believe that this emerging generation will have a lot to offer society. They are indisputably the most tech-savvy group ever born into the country. They will have never known a time without the Internet... or personal computers. They seem a particularly communicative bunch, what with their incessant text messaging and IM'ing. And they demonstrate a remakable embrace of our modern life and its influences that is wholly without irony. Is this post-post modernism?