A toot poll got me thinking about My Generation, esp that short period ca 1992 when we were called “slackers.”
I haven’t thought about this specific cultural moment in a very long time and wow do I miss it. I was so fortunate in my early 20s to have society expect nothing useful from me, ever. That was a valuable education: that I could be have worth as a human being even when (especially when) I was a noncontributing zero, that living badly was OK as long as you were doing it cheaply. Indeed, that the alternative (living well and expensively) was selling out.
☠️ Nostalgia is poison, children.