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Saturday, 8 October 2011

Disillusioned

A little discourse I wrote when musing on our inheritance from the last Labour lot:


What is this world, if full of Blair, we have no cash to do or dare.

We are the Lost Generation. Not children of any revolution – and this is no belle époque. So how will the Lost Generation fare? Lost has some negative connotations, but perhaps we just need to alter our perspective. It may be so that we have been encouraged to borrow and borrow; we may be saddled with student debts (the English among us are at any rate), and our parents may have lost their homes and the lucky ones are being bailed out by their parents . . . so where will this leave us? Currently we our finding ourselves at a cross roads of sorts – although one that is as tangled and confusing as the expenses scandal. The degrees for which we’ve pretty much all worked for – hence much of the debt – are practically redundant. Everyone has one, and no employer seems that fussed, even if you did get a first in Aerospace. Everyone is reassessing. No-one has much of a choice, whilst also having so many. And yet the choices you had set your trilby at suddenly become as unavailable as a nun in a brothel. 

So you re-evaluate your priorities. The Lost Culture could go a variety of ways; it is unlikely to be able to be unashamedly decadent.  Similarly, as a society we have become rather immune to ugliness, which is a real pity. It is thrust at us with every unsympathetic building at the corner, the hard made-up face of the ‘celebrity’ tart, the general grubbiness around the edges of every town and borough. So perhaps we will not be a part of a beautiful bohemian era. Everyone is far too paranoid about their health for the 60s to ever be replicated – I met someone at a party who had concerns for their child catching swine flu from a neighbour’s dog. I mean really.

It’s looking like we really might be the generation of change and conscience, and about time too. It would seem that people are finally opening their incurious eyes to the issues that I have been championing since I was 2 years old. It is typical though that only those who have money and hence influence, will gain recognition for being ‘forward-thinking’. What a joke. Forward-thinking? Slow and blinkered!

It could be relatively easy for this Lost Generation to become pious in their student liberalism. Easy that is, if it weren’t for the fervent drink, drug, and party culture. And a hang-over of the idea that you can have what you want. This makes for a potentially heady cocktail of an age. We are global. We are the children of the mobile nation, in two senses of the word. We are flash-packers (backpacking with Youtube in our baggy pockets) and we have invented new ways of socialising. We have already had a significant impact on linguistic change; good times, bad times being the least inspired and most irritating of the lot. Art is very available to us. Everyone is a drama studying, poetry writing, poi swinging artiste.

We may well be up to our black-lined eyes (boys and girls) in debt, but it is very difficult to care (except for when the money leaves your account of course). It is far more sociable to go into town, have a coffee (fair-trade please), followed by a proper drink (rude not to), and economise by drinking from the offie en route to the next pub. Doing and daring is quite the done thing.