Why I Piety my Generation

We are easily the oddest generation yet born. First in half a century to grow up without the fear of thermal-nuclear apocalypse hover over our heads like a Charlie Brown rain cloud. Raised by a combination of Play Station escapism and PTA coercion, with the paradox of the generation with the most independence and most parental micro-managing in history. Every social scientist, teacher, bleeding-heart, moral warrior, preacher and stay at home mother with too much free time fighting over the right to manipulate our development. Then we hit puberty roughly around the time of 9/11, having our entire security bubble world shattered to pieces. Compounded on that we get year after year of media burlesque shows, watching every respectable authority figure and institution in the land be reduced to the quality of the local red-light district.
Face it people. We’re pretty screwed up right here.
We are so jaded, so disenfranchised, we’ve grown up taught nothing but how little we’re worth, how little our potential is – get the degree, get a job, retire and that’s it – combined with way too much electronic stimulation, so that now we are so detached from the real world (I’m sorry but that’s the worst TV show ever) you can cut off any UVM student’s head and he/she will still hobble around from class to class like a chicken with no.. well you know.
Now I advocate heathenism, just not heathenism without a ideology, I.E. aimlessly partying until we can’t feel feelings anymore (yes, I know I stole that from Family Guy, your a dick for pointing it out).
Hollywood’s hollow trends implants some frivolous 17th century cyclical court rituals into today’s Fall wardrobes. Manufactured to force young girls to run a hamster wheel after ever changing, unattainable ideals of anorexic beuty. People Magazine is the hobgoblin of a small mind.
Looking for a name for my generation I’ve decided to go with The Generation that Missed the Millennium. Remember that, that feeling of hope at the dawning of a new age, now adays you occasionally look into the sky expecting the Four Horsemen to fly over. But even that’s not ever to happen now. No second (or first) coming. No apocalypse. No great reawakening or revolution. We missed the boat. No changes will happen. Ever again. We’ve been so caught up in dancing to the strings of our elders that we’ve missed the chance to do anything unique for ourselves.
We blew it friends. We Blew.