you choose.
a few days ago i realized something about my generation. i was watching a bosley television infomercial about hair transplant surgery and every part of me wanted to spend my pension check (don't ask) on a hair transplant. i ran into another guy my age who was thinking about doing the same thing. then it hit me. my generation loves image. the boomsters don't care so much about image, i mean look at them. they care about their possessions. how many middle-aged families do you see with three brand new cars in the drive, a boat, and a couple jet skies? then there's us, the youngsters, the kids who care about our clothing, our hair, our makeup, what's the latest and greatest image. even if the image is not having an image, we build this persona around what we want to appear as to other people.
the boomers could care less about what kind of jeans they wear, what they look like to other people. i used to think that it was because they were older and more mature in life. but that's not it. it is generational. we have developed an image conscience that drives us to appear as something specific to our society. me, i like to appear as a rockstar. tight jeans, weird military looking jackets, yet i don't even have a band...yet. but seriously, my mom still buys the jeans with the elastic waist. but between her and my dad and no kids, they have three cars, a boat, and a house that is too big for two people.
most people my age don't give a shit about what kind of car they drive or house they live in. possessions don't mean what they do to our parents, and our parents generally don't care about their image.
sure, this is a general observation, but in twenty years we'll see who has the big cars and who has the big boobs.
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It will be very interesting to watch other generations develop their own image. Will history just keep repeating itself? I really hope my grandchildrens generation are more worried about how they are going to fix their spaceship cruiser.
or, maybe, the next generation will combine the two. like, perhaps, keep a bunch of big boobs around the house for decorations, like make clocks and lampshades and such out of them. and, vice versa, we can have our feet plastic surgerized to look (and work) like mustangs or yachts (depending on whether your a midwesterner or a coaster). speaking of coasters, we could use botox-ed cheeks and foreheads for drink coasters. man, the ideas are endless for a creative little babies.
I like the way ur mind thinks Jason.
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Wow. So true. I just need a car that runs, but absolutely have to be stepping out of said car wearing size 2 skinny jeans that I pray I can get away with for a few more years.
Visited a friend whose McMansion reeked of debt and overindulgence, but couldn't take my eyes off the cheap Wet Seal top and 30 lb weight gain.
You've got me thinking.
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