Parents’ Divorce betrays the irony, (Though speaking of my parents divorce, my presence and neurodivergence certainly figured into the escalating contention between them. That’s a different – probably TMI – story.)
I’ve grown up with sincere propaganda with similar sentiments, and it appeared to get worse at least through the aughts. I think millennials saw them as ironic. Zoomers appear to find them as laughably absurd as the you’re neighbor may be a terrorist propaganda. My Alpha grandson is taking it seriously at 11. Alphas are figuring out early that it’s all a myth to cover up they have nothing to hope for ( at least until revolution goes hot).
In fact, I’d say the serious versions all the signs that we are, in fact, in a YAF dystopian coming of age model, where the society is trying to mold us into replaceable, expendable laborers and soldiers to be expended on billionaire vanity projects (which often appear as nationalist military action or corporate commerce). Your story as a kid is to find a way to escape the paradigm, either to join the Rebel Alliance, or become pirates and hackers…
…oh wait, unless you get abducted by ICE / Sicherheitsdienst des Reichsführers-SS and stuffed into a concentration camp to be disposed of later. Then you’re just fucked.
If you don’t escape the paradigm as a kid, then welcome to the resistance. You’re one of the isolated rebels like Winston Smith in his corner out of sight of the telescreens, keeping his journal. Also like me. Still working on that. Not sure if I’m going to go Weiße Rose or La Résistance
You may be held responsible for all these things, even if you’re often not to blame for them or had a way to actionably evade their harmful consequences. Seventy-seven million Americans voted for a regime that is going to have a far greater impact on our lives than many of the typical personal life choices we make. There Are No Rules Any More. Mired in the Rot in Denmark, to thine own self be true.
In this fucking world, I do not begrudge anyone their tequila, or cigarettes, or their crack pipe, or their poor diet, or their ten terrabytes of pornography…or their arm full of scars.
Parents’ Divorce betrays the irony, (Though speaking of my parents divorce, my presence and neurodivergence certainly figured into the escalating contention between them. That’s a different – probably TMI – story.)
I’ve grown up with sincere propaganda with similar sentiments, and it appeared to get worse at least through the aughts. I think millennials saw them as ironic. Zoomers appear to find them as laughably absurd as the you’re neighbor may be a terrorist propaganda. My Alpha grandson is taking it seriously at 11. Alphas are figuring out early that it’s all a myth to cover up they have nothing to hope for ( at least until revolution goes hot).
In fact, I’d say the serious versions all the signs that we are, in fact, in a YAF dystopian coming of age model, where the society is trying to mold us into replaceable, expendable laborers and soldiers to be expended on billionaire vanity projects (which often appear as nationalist military action or corporate commerce). Your story as a kid is to find a way to escape the paradigm, either to join the Rebel Alliance, or become pirates and hackers…
…oh wait, unless you get abducted by ICE / Sicherheitsdienst des Reichsführers-SS and stuffed into a concentration camp to be disposed of later. Then you’re just fucked.
If you don’t escape the paradigm as a kid, then welcome to the resistance. You’re one of the isolated rebels like Winston Smith in his corner out of sight of the telescreens, keeping his journal. Also like me. Still working on that. Not sure if I’m going to go Weiße Rose or La Résistance
You may be held responsible for all these things, even if you’re often not to blame for them or had a way to actionably evade their harmful consequences. Seventy-seven million Americans voted for a regime that is going to have a far greater impact on our lives than many of the typical personal life choices we make. There Are No Rules Any More. Mired in the Rot in Denmark, to thine own self be true.
In this fucking world, I do not begrudge anyone their tequila, or cigarettes, or their crack pipe, or their poor diet, or their ten terrabytes of pornography…or their arm full of scars.