the future is infantile
Aging is the cycle of remitigating one’s judgments. My height has not increased since the age of 15 but my heuristic for discrimination bears the weight of a heavy plank protruding from my eyes. When I turn my head the protuberance gets stuck on every fatty in my periphery with the inability to knock them over. However the frail old batties get knocked to their weakened knees with ease. If I’m being honest I fear this rising sentiment among the young. We hate the old. “But” they’ll say, “Class, race, religion, creed.” We’ll say, “okay boomer”. The old don’t hate us, they use us. We’re “ungrateful”. Yeah, you can bet your AARP approved wrinkly ass we are, these kids want you dead.
Or at the very least in a retirement home that isn’t Washington D.C. There are still those simpletons that maintain the political and cultural divides center around something like “anti establishment vs establishment". No, it’s ageism unc.
You want a more nuanced take? Tell that to Malaysia, Nepal, Mexico. Tell that to the screaming crowd as they demand better lives. Lives the old have squandered. Lives the old have taken for granted. Lives with nothing left to lose.
We must realize, taken in a historical context, that it’s not their fault.
Reverence for the elderly used to make sense, it used to mean something. At one time they were able to disseminate practical wisdom, pass down culture, and relay invaluable guidance.
Now instead of telling nana to take her pills we’d rather save on medical expenses and give her a pill-ow instead. Your Mypillow is my youreuthanasia.
If this problem was merely political or simply “anti establishment” all one need do is overthrow said existing hierarchy. But this is a recursive cycle. Every person is subjected to time, subjected to unhippness, subjected to boomerizing oneself. This gap, what was once the gap of the “generation” in a literal sense, has been shortened to years, to months, to the hyper real. An “era” has the half life of a brat summer. Turning 30 may as well mean 50. Being 50 may as well justify a man hunt.
The baby boomers were the last legitimate divide in culture, children of those true American old boys who fought against the horrors of fashionable fascism and suicide happy Japanese possessed by the undying sun. These divides now happen in seconds, 6 or 7 seconds. The generations are not separated by birth or historical significance but rather preference of consumer goods and the methods in which one partakes in entertainment. Tablet kids, second screen viewing, short form content, beverage choice, aesthetic alignments, meme forward speech, commercial fuckery.
Zoomers rebelled against their surrogate parental figure, Gen Alpha seized the means of discord run democracy, Gen Beta (2025-2039) saw terminal online personality disorders (TOPD or COPD) as low status, facebook mom behavior. Crafting one’s sociability off an algorithm or personality cult leader had an expiration date.
Gen-D, Degeneration, D-gen (2040-2055) then returned to their machines for the most part with a select few paving the way for the best generation, my generation, the last generation—known by my fellow acolytes of piracy as the Worst Generation (2056-Current Year 2064). The food was past its expiration date, but that is known—everything has expired now, the dog returns to its vomit, Orpheus looks back.
You’ll put your dentures back in and rebut, “But we can talk this out.” We don’t want to hear it. And unlike you, we don’t need help hearing it. Mogging had become legitimate critique in the millennial era (2008-2032), ad hominem was no longer a fallacy but a matter of principle. Rule should be by the beautiful, the charismatic, the young.
Decorum is a bourgeois contrivance.
Age correlates with illegitimacy.
The future is infantile.
Special thanks to @walkabout @froglegs @witness from the Ivory Tower discord and those who replied to my note on substack, that means you No Name @noname242424 and Deezy @amazonprada .
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