Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Because lampooning Millennials and their smartphones never gets old

Vice covering Ingrid Goes West (2016), HERE. The basic premise of the movie? Summed up perfectly in this line: "If you don't have anyone to share anything with, then what's the point in living?" (The sad part is that many Millennials actually do feel that way.)

Mentioned in the interview with the film's creator is THIS article in The Atlantic: "Have Smartphones Destroyed a Generation?" The answer? (Take a wild guess.) But this was my favorite part, of course. Only difference is that I lived in the middle of nowhere, technically now a nature preserve. Still, my independence was the same. Afterall, Gen-X knew then, and knows now, how to take care of itself and how to get things done.
during my own teenage years as a member of Generation X, smoking had lost some of its romance, but independence was definitely still in. My friends and I plotted to get our driver’s license as soon as we could, making DMV appointments for the day we turned 16 and using our newfound freedom to escape the confines of our suburban neighborhood. Asked by our parents, “When will you be home?,” we replied, “When do I have to be?”
And
Gen X managed to stretch adolescence beyond all previous limits: Its members started becoming adults earlier and finished becoming adults later. Beginning with Millennials and continuing with iGen, adolescence is contracting again—but only because its onset is being delayed. Across a range of behaviors—drinking, dating, spending time unsupervised— 18-year-olds now act more like 15-year-olds used to, and 15-year-olds more like 13-year-olds. Childhood now stretches well into high school.
Yikes.

Ok, well maybe THIS article from Vice on dating might lighten up the mood. Sadly, though, iPhone addicts (Millennials and beyond) are losing touch with not only how to date, but how to interact with other human beings, at all.)

One more try. "I Tried to Do Tinder Like a Guy." HERE. Yet I marvel. Apparently Millennials find it easier to text than actually, you know, talk to someone they like. Ugh.

Ok. What about HERE. "Monologue: My Life Might Look Great on Instagram, But Deep Down I’m Actually a Ciranolid Isopod." Yes. Now that's funny.