20 Something Generation
Caspar David Friedrich ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’ (1818)
History has spoken to the youth. Judge us, the Hey Arthur, A-Level retaking, University going, generation has done.
If you haven’t done any of those things you will still know what each one entails, that’s the beauty of social media.
Google were applicable.
The philosophy of the 20 something generation has been a reflecting and observing of the old mixed with the needle of the new. Reinvented. The expansion of the Warholian Empire. We have grown up shaking our hips to the Rolling Stones just like our mothers, fathers, and guardians did. You notice the political correctness. Our middle fingers have lost their intent.
We want the look, the mirage. Social media is our smoke grenade. Our inspiration is a nostalgic one, posting pictures of Kate Moss to our Instagram. Yes, they sampled over twenty billion biggie vocals in fifteen minutes. Why do we do this, is it because they were better? I would disagree.
Are our expectations bigger? Perception.
Growing up in public, aren’t we all Professor Green? Us, the silent stalkers of forgotten friends, moving to London, big promotions, new exhibitions, sitting reflecting the blue light late at night wondering why we aren’t as successful as the rest, wanting it now, a loop on repeat.
Step outside; carve out your own path.
We have friends and then social media ‘friends’, you know the ones you want to be like, no one knows them so you do what they do to your ‘reality’ friends. God, we’re odd.
Clinging on to the past, subculture is our tagline
Need to watch Midnight in Paris again. Golden age thinking.
Everything now is accessible to being ‘cool’. The fashion world has taken over skateboarding, the skateboarders think they know everything about football and the footballers have taken over the catwalk.
Hollywood is dying out and we’ve missed the ship.
Our minds have switched to overdrive, thinking of what we can have even before we have Wikipedia what it is. Want to borrow money, sign up through Facebook.
No one can question us because everything is delayed, we have time to research it, spell check it, and then reply in a witty manner. We have become quick at being slow to look quick; it all makes so much sense.
We haven’t set up a whole brewery but a micro one through the likes and followers of our hyper reality lifestyle. To judge a book by its cover seems to be the way our generation shows its bling.
Our generation has created some incredible things but it gets forgotten. Remember that drinking game? No me neither…I want to be like so and so, do it like ——. We jump from one web page to another regaining information, then forgetting it and moving onto the next. A fashion trend is now over before the clock strikes midnight. We are the creators of things that by the time they’re created are old. What a stupid notion?
Have we shot ourselves in the foot or just getting use to this thing called technology? We are the guinea pigs. Once technology becomes natural, organic then we will truly know about it. With that will come great responsibility, technology could be our Frankenstein if we’re not careful.
So does the individual who disengages with social media do better in life?
That’s for another time.
Anyway, we know we can become whomever we want, our schooling prepares us for the theatre of life, each starring in a different scene when we wake. Searching for fame and fortune as a norm.
We can wear a hoodie, suit, drive a Citroen C1, Aston Martin all in one day. Our lives fly through social classes, culture and life like a mad one-eyed ferret.
I imagine there is a video on YouTube of one somewhere?
Nothing can shock us unless it bursts our social bubble, like a beheading, but even then it seems so far removed, we will carry on drinking our coffee and flick onto the next article on the DailyMail. We have installed the switch however slowly forgetting how to turn it on and off.
Let’s give to charity. If our mate has given to it and it’s trending then we will, remember Kony 2012? My mate still has his package gathering dust under his book on tattoo design. Being seen to be doing good isn’t doing any good. Clickability.
Our fifteen minutes of fame is nearly up. Time to make some more.
We’ve got tabs coming out of our ears. Beat poet quotes, Helmet Newton photographs and blogging about our use of metal against our soft innocent skin, the reality is people die through social media. But they can tell us, with no face behind it, public yet so private.
Even though millions might read about this poor girl or guys struggle with their life, close to committing suicide, if no one reblogs, likes, tweets it then we might never hear from them again, we don’t have to deal with the death of someone’s son or daughter lover or best friend. Blood is on our hands but the stuff that comes straight off. We have created such a powerful fresh smelling soap, it’s so transparent. Swipe right.
We can even love like that. I’ll life, this one big app.
We need to question ourselves what we actually want or we will be taken by the tide of the New York minute. We do everything less but want more out of it, even money. This cycle will catch up with us and if the artist can’t make work about it successfully then we’re doing something wrong.
This isn’t about Russell Brand’s Revolution but a long over due conversation about what we want.
Do it and do it now.
Play and twist the system into what you want, make something new (I won’t use the word original) it still exists but we haven’t push the word far enough.
“Don’t try and reinvent the wheel”, why not?
Question everything and settle for nothing.