Back in the 90’s I was truly convinced I was cool. My hair was parted straight down the middle as if by Moses himself. My fringe dangled somewhere around my upper lip, low enough to keep up my delusions of cool, but high enough not to get me 6 bloody marks laid across my arse by my vindictive principle. I had also discovered the wonderful world of masturbation and girls started to scare the shit outa me. One day I made the mistake of walking into my grandfather’s house, wearing a T-shirt that would comfortably fit Forest Whitaker and jeans so baggy I couldn’t wear them on a windy day. With my ear still half swollen from a botched piercing, he looked me up and down and said:
“You look like a fucking idiot you know that?”
Well he said it in Afrikaans which is much worse. And he was a pastor, so he didn’t actually swear. Ok, so I’m paraphrasing but it was traumatic for me because I’d been listening to Nirvana and I was borderline suicidal at the time. Problem was, he was right. I did look like an idiot, but I was so busy fighting off sporadic erections and “the establishment” that I didn’t see it. Old people knew shit. Why didn’t we listen?
That brings me to 2016. Today’s brand of youth is a self-praising, internet troll who takes 7 kinds of medication with regular visits to a therapist to figure out why he cries during hair commercials. These ADHD arseholes walk around with torn jeans (holy shit, we haven’t seen that trend before) and shirts so thin they disintegrate in the wash. What happened to acne? Did we cure that shit? I feel like today’s kids don’t get it anymore? Some of the more intellectually gifted take to LinkedIn and Facebook to brand themselves as CEO’s of their own events companies. Eeeergggh!! No you’re not! Sending out a Facebook invite for a party at your mom’s house doesn’t make you an event planner you fucking cake. If you had to roll the youth of today up into one person they would probably be Jofrrey Baratheon.
Every twinkle-toed cupcake wants to be a blogger or a lifestyle coach because the internet told them this is a job now. They fight for their right to be unique individuals…while they fight to get to the ‘50% off’ rack at Cotton On. Then there’s the selfie. I tried taking a selfie once but the shot came out with such breathtaking clarity that I cried myself to sleep. It’s like watching your favourite classic on a full HD TV. Just don’t. Look, I get it. You and your girlfriend find yourselves in a beautiful setting with no other humans around. Hey look, I have a long arm and a foreword facing camera on my phone. Let’s remember this moment forever. Ding ding ding, you win! Sitting on your bed like a lonely idiot, trying to take a selfie while you stare out the window as if you’re deep in thought, doesn’t make you look like a photographer and model. It makes you look like a vain assclown staring at your room cupboards. In fact you probably think this post is about you.
Yes yes, I know every generation has their own flaws and yes I’m being a little harsh on our sensitive friends, but what good is tradition if you don’t pass it on to the youngens. So allow me to tell you what my grandfather once told me when I thought I knew everything…and I quote.
“Stop taking photos of yourself you fucking camel toe!”
I’m paraphrasing again.