So, I started reading about the generation labels after a course I attended yesterday and that got me into some serious thoughts. Am I to be tagged as a GenX, 'the lost generation' by virtue of my behavior or simply because I was born in an era where people were naturally 'slackers'? From what I understand generation Z, though versed towards cloud computing and facetime, doesn't dig social media as much as the generation which precedes them. In the wave of continuous terrorist attacks and the prevailing of natural calamities, they long for human warmth and face to face socialization.
In a world where boundaries are often set or defined by the media, are we to be continuously processed,digested and labeled before we even know it or should we simply laugh out loud when researchers will call generation alpha the worst of all generations? Such condescension is appalling.
Those born in the beginning of the last century were called 'the greatest generation', mine 'the lost generation' and the coming one 'the worst generation'. I wonder who comes up with such shit! Each coming generation should be called the best one in its own field because they are synonymous to progress and evolution and they evolve according to their needs. Tagging generations as 'lost' or 'worst' because customs, conventions and norms evolve is somehow reductive.
True, we are birthed and shaped by the whims and impulses of the society but there are two sides to a coin. The kids to come will be sharper, more intuitive and probably even wiser than we have been in our times. Their survival instinct will force them to choices which in turn will frame them conveniently or inadequately. I just hope for an ethnically more diverse and tolerant society, where sexual preferences would not be an issue anymore.
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