The moral sense has been bred out of certain sections of the population, like the wings have been bred off certain chickens to produce more white meat. This is a generation of wingless chickens, which is what I suppose Nietzsche meant when he said God is dead.”—Flannery O’Connor
O’Connor was a cranky poo-poo head.
And she was an American woman with a confusingly Irish male sounding name.
Well, he’s half right. This particular chicken has a big, useless left wing.
TW: Actually, the right wing could use some help too.
This particular chicken has a big, useless left wing.
No, NO, that’s just Andrew Sullivan.
The boomers? I’m inclined to agree. I have more hope for the X’ers, of which I am a part, and even more for Gen Y.
Jeff, why do you hate America so?
Not to toot my own horn, but I think we’re gonna be all right.
tw: respect–which is pretty self-explanatory
the wings have been bred off certain chickens to produce more white meat.
I would have been a good chicken, too, if it’d been fried every momentof its life.
Or rather, “IT” would have been a good chicken.
Hard to find the “t” on my keyboard.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t this get said about every generation?
It seems like the older I get the more things repeat themselves. That and the bats.
I hate those freaking bats.
You were fried when you typed that, weren’t you?
[That was directed to SarahW, not the interloper Tman]
fine, I’m taking my bats and going home then.
I shan’t be deemed an interloper by these ruffians.
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a christmas day
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war’s begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
— Elton John
Too much greek yogurt, I guess.
Flannery O’Connor = Hitler
Er, CHICKENHAWK! . . . or something.
“A liberal is man too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel.”—Robert Frost
Not to toot my own horn
I don’t have much use for Generation Y Gabriel, since I’m from Generation Because I Said So.
The young protagonist of Wise Blood, Hazel Mote, returns from the army with his faith gone awry. He founds the Church Without Christ, wears a preacher’s bright blue suit and a preacher’s black hat. He is accompanied by bizarre villains. Asa Hawks pretends to have blinded himself. Sabbath Lily, his daughter, turns into a monster of sexual voracity. The fox-faced young Enoch
Quoted from here
Y’all sure you wanna use that broad’s words for any purpose?
Quote button, Quote button, why dost thou persecute me?
“I don’t have much use for Generation Y Gabriel, since I’m from Generation Because I Said So.”
Dad? Is that you?
Buy her collected short stories, Major John.
You’ll see.
No one does the banality of evil better. See The Displaced Person.
I’m a member of Generation X, and as far as I can tell, all Gen Y cares about is having lots of oral sex. Thank you, Bill and Monica.
And what’s the deal with Gen Y and the tattoos?
And flip flops are not shoes. Cover your damned toes.
And do they even know what “irony” actually means? Half of them are so freaking earnest all the time it’s like talking to a fucking Baby Boomer, and the other half are high all the time (also, like the Boomers, now that I think about it.)
That’s their problem in a nutshell—Gen Y’s parents are all a bunch of God damned ex-hippies.
See. I’m not the only one here that thinks hippies are the root of all that is evil.
Dad? Is that you?
Gen Y’s parents are all a bunch of God damned ex-hippies.
I’m not sure if I really am your Dad dude, but the O’Lady is telling me that I gotta pay for your college. What a downer. Do you know how much primo ganja I’ll have to unload to cover your UCLA nut. It’s all so unsavory little man.
And the piercings?
I think Generation Y stands for YYEEEOOOOWWW!!!!
T/W: rather. As in: “That’s a rather interesting piece of jewelry you have threaded through the glans of your penis.”
May I check it out from the library instead? If I like the stories, then I’ll buy the book…
I am a cheapskate
*old man voice* what is it with these goshderned youngsters these days? all their scary tattoos, piercings and open-toed shoes only prove my point that these are the end times. stay off my lawn! where’s the brake, I think I see a farmer’s market ahead!
this comment thread is a microcosm that represents the spring from which all of your views and ‘morals’ spew forth. old man crankiness and abject ignorance. to you, tattoos/piercings=moral depravity. what a completely ignorant statment to make.
you people are hilarious, unintentional I’m sure.
Get your ears checked, prozacula. You are tone deaf.
And irony and satire blind. Climb down would you Prozacula. We are having fun and mocking all that curmugeonly talk. You really do think the worst of anyone here, don’t you?
C. S. Lewis said it better:
“We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and then bid the geldings to be fruitful.”
TW: center. No sh*t.
A couple off of Google’s Quote of the Day:
When we got into office, the thing that surprised me the most was that things were as bad as we’d been saying they were.
– John F. Kennedy
For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
– Clifton Fadiman
“Bush = Chimpnazi”
– Daily Kos
OK, Phinn, how much did you pay prozacula to do that?
You better loosen that nipple-tape Prozacula. It’s making you crabby.
Prozacula, GET THE HELL OFFA MY GODDAMN LAWN!
Seriously though, I have been thinking about getting:
Please store in a cool, dark place.
tattooed on my ass, would that make me depraved?
Would I get kicked out of the cult?
I have a very clear image of Prozacula.
It includes piercings, tattoos, open-toed shoes, and for some odd reason, spending an inordinate amount of time on other people’s lawns.
In any event, I’ll ask again: Do they even know what “irony†actually means?
Bah.
The ‘center’ is a myth.
There are only people on the right and left who lack the courage of their convictions…
It’s ‘cause they ain’t got no goddamn respect for other people’s property, the dang whippersnappers!
<grumbling under my breath> Kids today… </grumbling under my breath>
Dagnabbit, McGehee, you beat me to the “whippersnapper” thing.
I hate chicken wings. Too much work, not enough reward. And they’re messy. And that whole “buffalo wing” thing, where they coat the already annoying chicken wing with a “hot” sauce that prints on my palate, at any rate, as sour rather than hot, and then in order to disguise that flavor you’re supposed to, what, dip the things in bleu cheese dressing or eat celery dipped in bleu cheese dressing, whichever – yuck. Anyway, it’s not as if the chickens need them for anything…
There used to be a time when there wasn’t a new “generation” every 4 years. Are toddlers having babies now?
I was born in 75. Am I gen X? My girlfriend was born in Dec 79. Is she late Gen X or early Gen Y?
What a load of hot, steaming marketing bullshit.
You’re on the cusp. Officially, Gen-X ended when Nixon resigned (August 8, 1974). Therefore, you could go either way, depending on whether your parents were hippies and/or Boomers. The more hippy-like your parents are (or were, at least, when they were raising you), then the more Gen-Y you will be.
For example, did they march in rallies? Is either parent a college professor, or did they have real jobs? Did they attend Woodstock? Did they live in California? Did they spend their youth discussing Elvis or the Beatles? Did they prefer Johnny Unitas or Joe Namath?
On the other hand, if they were old school (no rallies, real jobs, no Woodstock, listened to Elvis, preferred Unitas, etc.), and oterwise had a decidedly non-hippy/Boomer lifestyle, then you could very well be admitted into Gen-X with a waiver or something.
Your girlfriend is a different story. She is almost certainly Gen-Y. The fact that you are dating her tells me that you are probably also a Gen-Y, because you relate to her neo-hippy ways.
Either that, or he’s robbin’ the dang cradle.
thanks for the lecture phinn, i consider myself and x-er (born 3/75), but then my parents are boomers, but definitely not hippies. ever. so that works. now rto on the other hand….. is just old.
You’re on the cusp. Officially, Gen-X ended when Nixon resigned (August 8, 1974).
Close. The real litmus test is whether you had the internet in high school, then you are Gen Y. If you had to wait to college to see a workstation or a web browser then you are Gen X. That would include 1975 and 1976 and possibly 1977 in Gen X.
Gen Y’s have cellphones. Gen Y’s snort heroin on the way to school. Gen Y’s laugh at Futurama. Gen Y’s have seen porn, not just heard about it.
I don’t know that Nixon’s career has much to do with any of this, unless he was somehow involved in the 1995 Netscape IPO.