Showing posts with label Generation Narcissus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Generation Narcissus. Show all posts

Friday, May 09, 2014

Turning the "necessary evil" into a "positive good"...and failing.

There is a video going around of a 20-something year old woman who filmed he abortion procedure.  It's obviously intended as a celebration of Womynhood and Empowerment.

But it's a different era.  The kickback is not what the "War on Women" left might expect.

For example, young women are parodying the video.



I wasn't interested in watching the video, but after seeing the parody I did.

The parody is dead on accurate.

Here is the video.



Notice Emily's demeanor "before" and "after" the abortion?  Turn off the sound and watch it from about 2:30 minutes.  Also, Elizabeth Scalia is right. After the abortion, Emily appears to be depressed.

If you let yourself become distracted by what is coming from her mouth, you miss all that is revealed in her face, which tells the whole, and very different story. A month after the abortion — with the dramatic change in hairstyle that so many women effect when emotions are high and they need to feel in control of something — watch Emily, then. The light is gone from her eyes. The seeming disconnect between pc-fed head and instinctive heart is laid out in breathtaking and stark incongruity, even down to the shadows, the blue note, the lack of energy. Devastating. Cognizant of it or not, she is a mother in grief.


Here's a photo that captures the difference:



Sad.

Postscript:

Matt Walsh makes the following observation:

“I feel in awe of the fact that I can make a baby. I can make a life. I knew what I was doing was right because it was right for me, and no one else.”
The last sentence perfectly encapsulates the entire philosophy of American ‘progressivism.’ I know what I’m doing is right, because it’s right for me. One day, I believe that phrase will be the epithet on the tombstone of modern culture.
I know that it is right — because it’s right for me. So succinct, so emblematic, so tragic.
But the first two sentences seem to be the words of a psychopath. She delights in the destruction of life, because it lets her know that life is possible. This sounds like dialogue from an episode of Dexter, not a thing that a real non-institutionalized person would actually say.

Disturbing.

Friday, January 18, 2013

The music created by Generation Narcissus

James Chastek writes:

The Baby Boomers (those born 1946-1965) are associated with the music of Elvis (b. 1935) the Beatles (Paul ’42; John ’40) Grace Slick (’39) Dylan (’41) Chuck Berry (’26)  Hendrix (’42) The Mamas and The Papas (John Philips ’35) The Beach Boys (Brian Wilson ’42) etc. But when we stop looking at the music they listened to and consider the music they made, we get Black Sabbath (Ozzy and Tony Iommi ’48)  Ice-T and Chuck D (’58 and ’60) The Sex Pistols (Sid Vicious ’57 Johnny Rotten ’56) Led Zeppelin (Plant and Bonham  ’48 , Jones ’46 – though not Page ’44) etc. So what the Baby Boomers listened to was one thing – when they had to express themselves, we got Heavy Metal, Punk, and Gangsta Rap.

Friday, December 07, 2012

Well, Penthouse Letters to the Editor can just fold its tent, now that...

...it is competing with the U.C. Berkeley Daily Californian "Sex on Tuesday" column.

Student columnists writes about having sex in the Berkeley library.

*Sneeze* Slut *Sneeze*

Why the bleep would any rational woman write an advice column about "It’s best to have some empty shelves toward the bottom so that you can climb them and feel like Spider-Man while your partner penetrates you standing up" in a publication not geared to pervy old men?

Her parents must be so proud of making the sacrifice involved in paying the tuition to U.C.Berkeley so that their daughter can write about copulating in public places with her "partner," apparently someone who doesn't rate highly enough to be a boyfriend or even a friend.

Then a discussion breaks out about the sheer lack of human decency involved in making librarians deal with that kind of immature narcissism.

Sunday, September 02, 2012

The Insight of of the Philosopher-King of Generation Narcissus.

Roger Kimball notes:

I admit it, when it comes to Barack Obama, I think pretty low. But not, apparently, quite low enough. This exchange, from an interview with Cathleen Falsani of the Chicago Sun-Times, took even my jaded breath away:

Falsani: Do you believe in sin?

Obama: Yes.

Falsani: What is sin?

Obama: Being out of alignment with my values.

Have you ever found a pithier summary of the narcissistic core of today’s “progressive” Left-liberal ideology? I’m not sure I have.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

How feminism made women miserable by..

...making narcissism a virtue.

Kate Bolick expresses some regrets in The Atlantic:

Ten years later, I occasionally ask myself the same question. Today I am 39, with too many ex-boyfriends to count and, I am told, two grim-seeming options to face down: either stay single or settle for a “good enough” mate. At this point, certainly, falling in love and getting married may be less a matter of choice than a stroke of wild great luck. A decade ago, luck didn’t even cross my mind. I’d been in love before, and I’d be in love again. This wasn’t hubris so much as naïveté; I’d had serious, long-term boyfriends since my freshman year of high school, and simply couldn’t envision my life any differently.


Well, there was a lot I didn’t know 10 years ago. The decision to end a stable relationship for abstract rather than concrete reasons (“something was missing”), I see now, is in keeping with a post-Boomer ideology that values emotional fulfillment above all else. And the elevation of independence over coupling (“I wasn’t ready to settle down”) is a second-wave feminist idea I’d acquired from my mother, who had embraced it, in part, I suspect, to correct for her own choices.

I was her first and only recruit, marching off to third grade in tiny green or blue T-shirts declaring: A Woman Without a Man Is Like a Fish Without a Bicycle, or: A Woman’s Place Is in the House—and the Senate, and bellowing along to Gloria Steinem & Co.’s feminist-minded children’s album, Free to Be … You and Me (released the same year Title IX was passed, also the year of my birth). Marlo Thomas and Alan Alda’s retelling of “Atalanta,” the ancient Greek myth about a fleet-footed princess who longs to travel the world before finding her prince, became the theme song of my life. Once, in high school, driving home from a family vacation, my mother turned to my boyfriend and me cuddling in the backseat and said, “Isn’t it time you two started seeing other people?” She adored Brian—he was invited on family vacations! But my future was to be one of limitless possibilities, where getting married was something I’d do when I was ready, to a man who was in every way my equal, and she didn’t want me to get tied down just yet.
Tell yourself enough times that no real man is worthy of you and - hey, presto! - you'll find that no man really wants to be with you.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

How Great is the First Amendment....

letting us play "Spot the Idiot" 24/7.

Writing from a blog at the Jesuit university of Georgetown, Julie Patterson proudly displays a "Men, do not date this woman" sign for all to see by posting a screed about how much she hates children:

I’ll come right out and say it: Children repulse me. They frighten me. They make me anxious. Babies all look the same, and they are all ugly. Toddlers are praised for doing ordinary things like speaking and waving. Children have a comment and a question about everything. And adolescents—if YouTube sensation Rebecca Black has taught us anything—are totally self-absorbed and completely lacking in any sense of shame. Each stage of development brings with it new things to annoy me.


I don’t understand why children are instantly adorable and appealing. It’s not okay for a strange man to stand next to me and hold my hand. Adults don’t stare at me with fascination on public transportation. And I am certainly not impressed when a fully grown woman colors inside the lines. Why should these things be permitted, even praised, when done by children? I would love to return to the pre-Victorian days, when childhood didn’t exist—children were simply small adults, and they were expected to act like them.
And:

My hatred for children is not crippling. I can make it through life coexisting with these little people under a ceasefire. I assume that they, like many predators, can sense fear, and will therefore leave me in peace. But there are no guarantees in life—not even the success of birth control. Here’s to hoping no little accident ever “blesses” my life.
Pity the man who becomes the father of this little "accident."

Susan Walsh at "Hooking Up Smart" writes:
We’re right there with you Julie! From your lips to God’s ears! Incidentally, Julie’s Facebook page lists her only two Interests and Activities as “Being a Bitch” and “Being a Hypocrite.”


Word.

What’s my point? Oh, just that maybe, First Amendment rights notwithstanding, railing against innocent children from a Jesuit university newspaper is in poor taste. And also to provide one more data point confirming the raging epidemic of female narcissism.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

"... the jaw-dropping spectacle of a president of the United States bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia."

Even a leftist like Camille Paglia is stunned by Obama's missteps:

Obama's staffing problems are blatant -- from that bleating boy of a treasury secretary to what appears to be a total vacuum where a chief of protocol should be. There has been one needless gaffe after another -- from the president's tacky appearance on a late-night comedy show to the kitsch gifts given to the British prime minister, followed by the sweater-clad first lady's over-familiarity with the queen and culminating in the jaw-dropping spectacle of a president of the United States bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia. Why was protest about the latter indignity confined to conservatives? The silence of the major media was a disgrace. But I attribute that embarrassing incident not to Obama's sinister or naive appeasement of the Muslim world but to a simple if costly breakdown in basic command of protocol.


I'll grant that Obama needs to hire a protocol adviser, or fire the one he has, but, honestly, some of this stuff is properly basic to any adult raised outside the smug bubble of Generation Narcissus.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Look who is benefitting from bourgeoisie justice and the special advantages given to white wealthy women.

Sara Jane Olson released to serve parole in Minnesota:

Culminating a case that has evoked history and strong emotions, former Symbionese Liberation Army member Sara Jane Olson was released from state prison Tuesday and cleared to serve supervised parole in Minnesota after completing a seven-year sentence for bank robbery and attempting to kill Los Angeles police officers.


Who is Sara Jane Olson?

Olson was one of five SLA members -- including Emily Montague-Harris, William Taylor Harris, Michael Alexander Bortin and James William Kilgore -- who pleaded guilty in Sacramento County to second-degree murder in the death of Myrna Opsahl during the April 21, 1975, robbery of Crocker National Bank in suburban Carmichael.

Then known as Kathleen Soliah, Olson was inside the bank and armed at the time Opsahl, a 42-year-old mother of four, was fatally shot. The case took on added notoriety because kidnapped newspaper heiress Patricia Hearst said she was the getaway driver and described in a book how the robbery and killing took place. Hearst was not charged in that case, but served a two-year federal prison sentence for a San Francisco bank robbery.


Olson cold-bloodedly murdered the mother of small children - who the SLA viewed as an expendable "bourgeois pig" - but was allowed a very lenient plea bargain.

At the sentencing, the Opsahl family showed commendable sympathy for the fact that Olson had remade her life, but - ironically - she was able to remake her life because she came from the white privilege that she allegedly murdered to end.

Ultimately, this is another Boomer story - spoiled children who scamper back to the security of their elite position when forced to face the consequences of their actions.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Generation Narcissus: the Worthless Generation

The ever-discriminating attention of Cranky Greg has alighted on this article about the fall of another Boomer pleasure palace. This one is a Las Vegas site called "The Great Indoors," which is rapidly turning into the desert it once was.

The author, H. Lee Barnes, writes this about Generation Narcissus:

I’m reminded of Guy de Maupassant’s story The Necklace, in which Mademoiselle Mathilde, given the choice of Madam Losell’s finest gems, chooses instead a necklace of paste. Her inability to distinguish between what is genuine and what is fake leads to her downfall. Fast food. Image. Glitter. Pick the downfall. Here’s what few “get” and why the demise of The Great Indoors speaks to so much about America’s current situation—inevitable given all the predictors no one seemed to see. This nation fell prey to Mathilde’s fate.

Much of what was on the shelves at The Great Indoors was paste in the first place, faux stuff with “Made in China” taped on it somewhere. If not China, Indonesia or India. A lot of glitter. For a while, the price reductions on items ranged from 10-30 percent, but eventually the scavenger hunt began in earnest, and the store was invaded by lollygagging credit-card parasites who pawed over the once-precious merchandise and wrung out last-gasp discounts from department managers.

Who’s responsible?

Some blame Freddie Mac or Fannie Mae; others, the banks or the global market. That’s because the analysts are looking at the hands on the clock of fate. I say, look at the face of the clock. If you look closely, you’ll see the face of the Baby Boomer. Yes, Dr. Spock’s generation, the generation that was rarely held accountable; the generation that embraced sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll; the generation that got naked at Woodstock; the one that protested the Vietnam War; the one that created the hippie movement that in a decade transformed into the yuppie movement (if you can call opening a wallet and thumbing through credit cards a movement); the generation reared on television, and consumption, and pleasure, and vanity and vanity and vanity; the generation of readers who drove Look, a magazine about people, off the shelves and made a success of People, a magazine not about people (unless you believe celebrities are human people); the generation that promoted the fast-food culture, the know-it-all culture, the a-pill-will-fix-everything culture; the generation enslaved to fad and pop culture; the one whose parents won a war against fascism and endured the hardships of the Great Depression.

How, you may ask, can a writer make such a sweeping indictment, especially without offering an array of studies and statistics? It’s easy. The writer is an observer and a participant and has been since that wonderfully self-centered generation emerged. Herein lies the basis for my thesis. What generation produced the current leaders in business, industry and politics, those who have held the reins of power for the past decade and a half? We need look no further than the last 16 years in the White House, the terms of Clinton, who represents his generation at its hedonistic best, and Bush, who represents the same generation at its my-way-or-the-highway best. Still, I’m a touch less cynical about them than the media who reported on their administrations. I see neither man as motivated by evil intentions. How can we blame Clinton for saying he “never had sex with that woman” or Bush for his weapons-of-mass-destruction argument for invading Iraq? After all, both were part of the generation reared on Dr. Benjamin Spock’s grand theories, children counseled and coddled, rarely punished for being wrong or irresponsible or held accountable for lying.

I can’t pin dates of birth on all the leaders of industry and finance, but the current CEOs of the big three in Detroit were born post-WWII, as were Jeff Skilling, Michael Milken and the guy who ran Home Depot into the ground and walked away tens of millions richer. Governor Rod Blagojevich, that Baby Boomer wunderkind from Illinois, took office in his late 40s and by his early 50s wore waders in his office to navigate the swamp of corruption he’d built. Boards of directors hand out bonuses to CEOs for demonstrating ineptitude, engaging in irresponsibility or practicing outright deceit. Did I mention the ends-justify-the-means generation?

But the leaders are only partially to blame. Baby Boomers, look in the mirror. What do you see? Someone figuring out how to turn a house after two years into a 50 percent profit? Or use its equity as an ATM? Someone who borrows against his home to pay cash for that BMW in the driveway, the one he really doesn’t need? Our system of politics and business encourages self-serving irresponsibility by rewarding it.

True, the Boomer generation gave us its share of accomplished, legitimate entrepreneurs, artists, musicians and inventors, but even achievements such as “Hotel California” and the wonders of the dot-com aren’t enough to overcome the vapid aspirations of those who idolize Madonna and her ilk. Now that they have plunged the country into a financial crisis that may end up as epic as the Great Depression, the Boomers can hand matters over to their offspring, who hopefully will be prove themselves the next great (well, good) generation.

Even as one of their own, Barack Obama, prepares to tackle this economic crisis, don’t be optimistic those in their early 40s will do better. They have been long misguided, ferried as they were from school to soccer games to karate lessons. The wisdom best passed on to Gen X is that there is no Great Indoors and never was. Not even the bones of a Swell Indoors will be left as a metaphor for Baby Boomer failure. Start change by ridding the language of the word “great,” discard it along with “awesome” and all words associated with the Dr. Spock syndrome. Revive the language of the generation that won WWII. Restore humble words such as “grit,” “integrity,” “diligence,” “honor,” “responsibility,” “sacrifice” and especially “accountability” to the social vocabulary. Let Boomer hyperbole vanish along with the merchandise the scavengers fled with when The Great Indoors finally closed.


Look on my works, yea mighty, and despair.

Generation Jones Update:

This is interesting. I've never felt particularly akin to the Boomer generation, notwithstanding the fact that my birth year - 1959 - falls within the purported time period for the post-war baby boom.

The reason for this is that by the time I came of cultural awareness the revolution had been won. People my age were growing up with the effects of the divorce culture, the sex culture, the youth culture, etc. Vietnam and the draft were a distant memory by the time I was in high school, meaning more than 4 years had passed, but such is the memory of teenagers. I remember watching the student protests as a child and wondering how adults - i.e., 18 through 24 year olds - could act like spoiled children.

I've always accepted that there was a later cohort of the Boomer generation that did not share the formative experience of the true boomers. People my age grew up hearing how bad America was, and we reacted against the earlier boomers and voted for Ronald Reagan. As was noted at the time, Reagan captured the votes of most new voters, which definitely included me since 1980 was my first presidential election.

In any event, this Wiki article describes as "Generation Jones," the later cohort of the Boomer generation, i.e., those born between 1954 and 1965:

American social commentator Jonathan Pontell defined this generation and coined the term naming it.[4] Prior to the popularization of Pontell’s theory, its members were identified with either Baby Boomers or GenerationX'ers.

The name “Generation Jones” has several connotations, including: a large anonymous generation, and a “Keeping up with the Joneses” competitiveness borne from this generation’s populous birth years. The connotation, however, which is perhaps best known stems from the slang word "jones" or “jonesing”, which means a yearning or craving. Jonesers were the people who as teens in the 1970’s made this slang word popular, but beyond this historical claim, many believe the concept of jonesing is among this generation’s key collective personality traits. Jonesers were given huge expectations as children in the optimistic 1960’s, and then confronted with a different reality as they came of age in the pessimistic 1970’s, leaving them with a certain unrequited, jonesing quality.

In demographic terms, Generation Jones was part of the baby boom which ended in the early 1960s. However, the events stereotypically associated with generational discussion of Boomers, including protests over civil rights and the Vietnam war and the emergence of rock music took place while the members of Generation Jones were unborn, still children or early teenagers. This is the situation described by Sex Pistols bass player Sid Vicious, who said that he had missed the Summer of Love because he was too busy playing with his Action Man. Thus the early life experience of this group was more similar, in many respects, to that commonly imputed to Generation X. Generation Jones is thus associated with pop icons such as Pong, Rubik's Cube, and MTV.

This age group became politically active in the United States during the Presidential campaigns of Ronald Reagan, who was extremely popular among people of this age group.[5] "The turn toward the Republicans was based very much on how the young felt about Ronald Reagan's performance in office," said Helmut Norpoth, a political scientist at the State University of New York at Stony Brook. In the 2008 election, surveys found that fans of classic rock music, popular during this period, tended to favor the Republicans.[6]


Interesting.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Passive Generation

Check out this story about an 83 year old WWII vet taking on a bank robber while nine other younger men stood and watched.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Generation Narcissus faces its first grown-up crisis

Victor Davis Hanson offers this insight:

If anyone wished to know what the baby-boomer generation would do when, in its full maturity, it hit its first self-created, big-time recession, I think we are seeing the hysterical results. After two decades of unprecedented economic growth, rampant consumer spending, and unimaginable borrowing to satisfy our insatiable appetites, we are suddenly going into even larger debt and printing trillions of dollars in paper money to ensure that someone else after we are gone pays the debt. As if the permanent solution to a financial panic and years of spending wealth we didn't create were a government take-over of the economy in the manner we currently witness in Spain, Italy, and Greece—or the high-tax, high-spend ethos of a bankrupt California.

The reaction to the economic panic was sort of analogous to the call to 'charge it!' after 9/11 (cf. Ike's fights about the surtax to pay for Korea), or to the Iraq 2006 upsurge in violence, when suddenly our leaders declared the war lost, blamed the nebulous "they" for tricking them into voting for the war, and calling for immediate withdrawals and retreats. Ditto the Stalag-Gulag Guantanamo that, by January 19, had ruined the Constitution, shredded the Bill of Rights, and forever tarnished our reputation. Yet, on the 20th, it was suddenly complex and problematic, and required a "task force" to do a year-long inquiry into the bad and worse choices confronting us. At some point in all this serial hysteria, we are beginning to see the problem is not in the stars of the economy or of the war, but in ourselves—a weird generation that, when it finally came of age, proved to be just about what we could expect of it from what we saw in its youth.



Character is destiny.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The trials and tribulations of Generation Narcissus

Episcopal Church moves to defrock its Muslim priestess.

Here's the weird thing - as if that wasn't weird enough - she doesn't understand why the Episcopal Church is being so non-embracing:

"I'm saddened and disappointed that this could not be an opportunity" for the church to broaden its perspective and talk about what it means to adhere to more than one faith, Redding said.

"The automatic assumption is that if I'm one of 'them,' I can't be one of 'us' anymore." But "I'm still following Jesus in being a Muslim. I have not abandoned that."

Redding has been a priest for nearly 25 years.

While she does not regret going public about her embrace of Islam, she does acknowledge being naive about the controversy her announcement would stir up.

"I can definitely be a Pollyanna," she said. "It never occurred to me it was something to be in the closet about. I just thought it was great."

Getting to know Islam was "like falling in love," she said. "You want to share it, you want to get on a rooftop and start shouting."


And:

Her one regret, she said, is not realizing that some parishioners at St. Mark's would feel betrayed that they were forming their Christian faith with someone who also professed to be Muslim. She said she has since tried to talk with as many of them as she could.


Just reading that stuff makes my IQ fall twenty points.
 
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