Maybe because we are reared with the belief that it is possible, we don’t give a shit. It would be like going to Paris for real instead of just watching Amelie. Yeah, it’d be great for five minutes when you’re up at the top of the Eiffel Tower but you know is it really worth the jet lag and the dogshit on the sidewalk and the accordion player in the metro who won’t fuck off?
They tell us that it’s possible and we believe them, I guess.
I mean, why not? Our parents put a goddamn man on the fucking moon and our grandparents beat the shit out of Hitler and his Nazi worms.
So what have we done so far? I mean, besides invent Facebook and elect a black man to the White House? (And then complain about what an awful president he is in all our status updates?)
We could barely manage to organize a goddamn protest. Can you imagine if we tried to put a protest together back during the Vietnam years before Facebook and all that other holy, sacred social media? Ten years of war in Iraq and Afghanistan and it took our own unemployment to get us into the streets. Thousands of our own people dead in a war over bogus WMDs and we need to wait for our income levels to stagnate before we manage to put our kindergarten coloring skills to good use, scrounge around for a marker, get some poster board or a leftover pizza box, put the two together and walk it out to the street?
We’re better connected to the rest of the world than any generation before us and all we want to do is watcha bunch of guidos get drunk and sleep around on TV?
We’re the generation that could have.
We’ve been too goddamned conditioned to believe that if enough of us sign an online petition and click “like” on Facebook that that will make shit happen.
Well guess what. Shit’s still happening.