Showing posts with label Gen X. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gen X. Show all posts

THE ASIANIZATION OF THE WEST

Originally published at Radix in September 2016, soon after Hillary "Sempai" noticed us.


There is a spectre haunting the interwebs, it is the spectre of a laid back, occasionally Nazi-cosplaying green frog and his dead gorilla sidekick… And the establishment doesn’t quite know what to do about it.

But even the Alt-Right is not quite sure what Pepe is or even if he’ll stick around. Memes by their very nature are transient and ever changing and Pepe casts a nervous glance over his shoulder at the Mighty Harambe, who in turn casts a nervous glance over his shoulder at…who know what?

RECONSIDERING SUICIDE

This mook says not to kill yourself...

by Andy Nowicki

Reflecting on Dominique Venner’s recent suicide has caused me to consider the entire subject of self-slaughter anew. There are many different angles from which one might analyze and comment upon the matter of dying by one’s own hand—and I have weighed many of them before—but one which has gone largely unremarked is the concept of suicide as a pop-cultural phenomenon. At the risk of sounding insufferably po-mo, what is needed is a “meta”-analysis of the practice of quietus-making and bodkin-baring.

To begin a discussion of the macro, one starts with the micro, working one’s way outward, from the mysterious fibers of one’s own soul into the complex interweavings of the collective soul of the culture at large. As a nihilistic, agnostic, chronically morose Gen-X teenager marooned in the mid-80s, consumed with all-too-typical alienation and tiresomely frequent spasms of unsightly anomie from the onset of puberty’s bitter bloom and forever afterward, I can vividly recall the suicide hysteria that broke out in America just as I found myself stumbling, mumbling, and lumbering through adolescence.