How the 1980s explains the world we live in now - our culture, our politics, our everything.
State of the 60s versus 50s culture war as evidenced throuHow the 1980s explains the world we live in now - our culture, our politics, our everything.
State of the 60s versus 50s culture war as evidenced through Alex p. Keaton.
Hyper individualism and hero worship a la Michael Jordan which begat Oprah and Barack and the cult of personality. Everybody is now above average. Just do it begat the self centeredness of today.
80s marked the birth of industry organized around idealized nostalgia and pre 65 nostalgia like Cracker Barrel to Band of Brothers.
Outside savior who swoops in to resolve issues that incompetent government cannot like Magnum PI, A-Team, etc. Outside vigilantes had to fill in where the government failed. This yielded things like Halliburton and profiteering in Iraq.
Was there or was there not spitting of returning veterans in Vietnam?
Love of military and 80s flicks like Top Gun and Red Dawn and how those kids became the soldiers in Iraq. Worship of the infallable military. Toy sales of military toys like GI Joe and He Man.
Makes too clever a case by half in noting that GI Joe and the Cobra command presaged our War on Terror and Islam.
We only like black stories when they are about brave white people. Like Webster or The Help. Blacks can only overcome if they adopt white Puritanical values....more
Chapter Seven (discussion of her lack of desire for mementos) - "I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasteChapter Seven (discussion of her lack of desire for mementos) - "I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted. There was a period, a long period, dating from my childhood until quite recently, when I thought I did. A period during which I believed that I could keep people fully present, keep them with me, by preserving their mementos, their things, their totems. The detritus of this misplaced belief now fills the drawers and closets of my apartment in New York. There is no drawer I can open without seeing something I do not want, on reflection, to see. There is no closet I can open with room left for the clothes I might actually want to wear."
"I find many engraved invitations to the weddings of people who are no longer married. I find many mass cards from the funerals of people I no longer remember. In theory these memontos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when I was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to see."
"Once she was born I was never not afraid. I was afraid of swimming pools, high-tension wires, lye underneath the sink, aspirin in the medicine cabinet, the Broken Man himself. I was afraid of rattlesnakes, riptides, landslides, strangers who appeared at the door, unexplained fevers, elevators without operators and empty hotel corridors. The source of the fear was abviousL it was the harm that could come to her. A question: if we and our children could in fact see that other clear would the fear go away? Would the fear go away for both of us, or would the fear go away only for me?"
"When we think about adopting a child, or for that matter about having a child at all, we stress the 'blessing' aspect. We omit the instant of the sudden chilll, the 'what-if,' the free fall of certain failure. What if I fail to take care of this baby? What if this baby fails to thrive, what if this baby fails to love me? And worse yet, worse by far, so much worse as to be unthinkable, expect I did think it, everyone who has ever waited to bring a baby home think it: what if I fail to love this baby?"
"'You have your wonderful memories,' people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition of times past, thins gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember."...more