So I’m in a meeting today with one of my favorite colleagues, a woman from the Theatre Department with lots of white hair and this fantastically loud voice that has a nice tone to it and never grates. Which I think is pretty impressive.
Anyway, she has the 16 year old son who is an underachiever. He had this big report to work on and instead of going out to buy a folder yesterday, he was going to try to buy one at school this morning. Theatre woman’s (TW) husband decided his lack of planning was sufficient to prevent said kid from getting his learners permit. TW wanted parenting advice. I tried to demur, as I am not a parent. Finally, I said that they shouldn’t prevent him from getting his permit. People often make bad mistakes while driving when they’re young. But when the get older and more sensible, they simply become really bad drivers. Honey calls it adult onset driving and she’s right.
TW then asked if she could make her son talk to her. I said no. And that I wouldn’t have talked to my mother at all as a sixteen year old, but because my mother is a force of nature, I couldn’t get away with not talking to her.
“He’s in trouble,” TW said.
“No more than anyone else. Besides, his not getting the folder just proves he’s part of the laziest generation. And besides, we’re all in trouble,” I said.
TW worried about my comment. She puts too much stock in what I say, I think. But I do think we’re in trouble, not because she and her late baby boomer cohort have raised a different kind of kid. Generations differ from one another. It’s a thing. In case you’re wondering…
Following the outline in William Strauss and Neil Howe’s Generations, the current “living” generations are:
The Lost Generation (born 1883-1900)
The G.I. Generation (born 1901-1924)
The Silent Generation (born 1925-1942)
The Baby Boomer Generation (born 1943-1960)
The 13th Generation (usually called X) (born 1961-1981)
The Millennial Generation (usually called Y) (born 1982-2000)
There’s a lot more to Strauss and Howe’s argument, about periods of awakening and crisis and about what generations fit which molds. Whether or not you agree with them (I see some merit in their arguments, but it’s too Anglo-focused for modern America), there is a difference between and among TW’s late Baby Boomer sensibility, my X-ie rejection of her idealism, and her son’s Y-esque deep connection to technology and the ennui it produces.
I am not the least bit confident that my generation is capable of leading or that the generation that follows is either. Boomers have a mixed record. Clinton was ok, W is beyond horrible. I was listening to AirAmerica this morning and Elaine Boozer, who was filling in for Stephanie Miller, kept calling W “the fishhead” which seemed so right. He’s so rotten in all the ways that he can be. She also mentioned that the President of Venezuela calls him “Mr. Danger.” Which is right too.
So, here on the third anniversary of a war that is wrong and has been wrong all along, I’ll quote (how lesbian cliched of me) Emily Saliers of the Indigo Girls:
And they want to tell you
It’s a merciful sword.
But with all the blood
Newly dried in the desert
Can we not fertilize the land with something else?
There is no nation
By God exempted
Lay down your weapons
And love your neighbor as yourself.
I’m not crazy about the biblical reference in the last line, but she’s right on otherwise. And she’s another gay X-er from Atlanta, so go Emily!
My mother likes to remind me that my birthday coincides with the beginning of spring. She went in to the hospital in winter, she says, and came out in spring. The dogwoods were blooming. I’m very pro-dogwood, though the story gets a little old. Still, it has a nice nostalgia to it, I guess.
Since 2003, I associate spring and my birthday (which is Thursday, for those of you who want to send cards and letters), with the beginning of the current war.
It’s funny, really, that I allow that TW woman’s son should be allowed to make driving mistakes. Young men and women not much older than he are in harm’s way right now and I can’t stop it. And little mistakes cost them their lives every day. If spring is indeed the promise of the good to come, why is it that I think we’re in so much trouble today?
The dogwoods still bloom and I can still go home to my decent semi-suburban house. I make plenty of money and drive a car I like. I have a nice honey who loves me and who I love. The future looks good on a micro level. It’s the macro I’m worried about.
Happy spring anyway.
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