Worst Personal Reflection on One's Generation Ever

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My college freshman daughter called yesterday, she was trying to help her friends get student football tickets and called me asking how. I said call the ticket office. Ehhh, she said, we're looking online and blah blah blah. I tried to help for a minute, lost patience and said again "just CALL THE TICKET OFFICE!" (While also reminding her she goes to Indiana, they'll be very happy to unload tickets for IU vs. Akron, students or otherwise.) She finally said "we're Gen Z, we don't want to talk to anyone." Even I had to laugh at that, as a fellow hater of the phone.
 
Say what you will, but was just talking with my fellow latch-key Gen-X buddies from southern MN and this was our exact experience as well.

Then I went to New York for graduate school, and the Nineties were all about Morton Feldman and Pierre Schaeffer and other avant-garde opportunities for the display of marathon patience. With my new cohort of friends I sought out performances that might involve a pianist slamming down his instrument’s lid or shouting “Ha!” after a long silence, presumably according to instructions given on the sheet music. We were inspired by Theodor Adorno’s idea that if music is to be considered art, and is to be a veracious witness to its era, it must ipso facto be difficult. We ordered CDs from labels in Maastricht and Berlin that promised us “clicks and cuts,” “sonic rhizomes,” and something they called “glitches,” which were for a while hailed as the equivalent to turntable scratches, but unlike scratching vinyl, which made early hip-hop continuous with the deconstructive aesthetics of the cut-up, the manipulation of a damaged compact disc sounds like nothing but an error, like a new technology that has gotten stuck.
 
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I thought there were only three generations in the conversation. The Olds, the Youngs and the Cools.
 
This story announces itself as pretentious garbage before its first word. The author has two middle initials.
It's so bad that it reads like parody.
 
We weren't even supposed to post here today. (Different characters, I know, but still)

Love it.
Also:
“You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude.But they don't all bring you lasagna at work.Most of 'em just cheat on you.”

Also also:
“Pack o' wraps, my brotherman, time to kick back, drink some beers and shmoke some weed!”
 
Love it.
Also:
“You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude.But they don't all bring you lasagna at work.Most of 'em just cheat on you.”

Also also:
“Pack o' wraps, my brotherman, time to kick back, drink some beers and shmoke some weed!”

The oral sex exchange is still my favorite.



"My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!"
"In a row?"

"Hey try not to suck any **** on the way thru the parking lot!"
(Slacker begins walking towards her)
"Hey! Hey you!"
 
The oral sex exchange is still my favorite.



"My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!"
"In a row?"

"Hey try not to suck any **** on the way thru the parking lot!"
(Slacker begins walking towards her)
"Hey! Hey you!"

So good.

I went down a Kevin Smith rabbit hole when I saw Clerks 3 (which I enjoyed) a while back. His interviews and college talks are great. And there’s a lot of them from the self-described media *****.

Kevin Smith is definitely in my personal Gen X Hall of Fame.
 
So good.

I went down a Kevin Smith rabbit hole when I saw Clerks 3 (which I enjoyed) a while back. His interviews and college talks are great. And there’s a lot of them from the self-described media *****.

Kevin Smith is definitely in my personal Gen X Hall of Fame.

I was just thinking I need to see Clerks III. At least one friend said he really didn't like it, but I'll always give Smith the benefit of the doubt (that said, I need to see all his horror films since Red State, which I really liked). Chasing Amy is a quietly great movie. That ending, man, that's a subtle crusher. "Oh, just some guy I knew."

I'm with you on Smith being in a Gen X Hall of Fame. Hates dealing with the bull**** of corporate life and just wants to make enough money with his art to be happy...that's as Gen X as you can get. We'll get around to building that Hall of Fame. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not. I don't know. :D
 
Kevin Smith is awful. His movies have terrible structure, are horribly self centered, and have a tone of misogony.

Forgive me if I don't find him a voice of a generation or even an artistic voice I can even give a **** about.
 

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