Something A Wee Bit Different: Discussion Point

There’s a very toxic attitude toward people of my generation that I feel I should address.

We get a lot of stick, but that’s not surprising. Older generations have never really ‘understood’ younger ones, and that’s probably why so many of us spent years being silently angry at our parents. Just by taking a brief glimpse at the rejection of Elvis or other ‘wild’ music, we can see that rejecting whatever is cool is pretty much just What Older People Do.

But this is all getting a bit much.

I’m sick of the idea that we do not work for things. That we are lazy,  entitled, given a ‘trophy just for participating.’ There is this prevailing need in modern society to act like my generation are the worst we’ve had yet – too shallow to care about anyone, too self involved to do anything. Stuck on Instagram instead of becoming hardworking factory employees, screenshotting DMs instead of sitting piously in Church.

But you know what? 

Fuck that.

Because I have seen so many amazing things in this world, and so much of it has been started by young people – particularly women, who, raised by a generation of second wave feminists, have embraced their voices with more righteousness than the Pankhursts ever could have imagined. Why aren’t you excited about that? Why aren’t you PROUD?

We have taken those Snapchat filters and made calls for revolution. We have become a civic minded movement, more aware of our privilege and the injustices of our brothers and sisters. We have become global, and strong. We are a generation imbued with empathy for our fellow man, and leftover rage at our forefathers. We embrace the queer community. We embrace people of colour. We petition and protest despite everyone telling us it will not make a difference. Okay, we’re a little Internet crazy – but social media is the easiest and most effective way to spread information and social justice and that is bloody beautiful.

I’m not saying we’re the best lot of people to be born in history. I’m sure we have plenty of entitled assholes and sleazy sponges too, but I’d say no more than any other generation. So cut us some slack. You use the world entitled so often, but are we? Are we are greedy for wanting homes, safety, a voice? Aren’t those the same things your forefathers fought for? 

Or were they just entitled too?

Election Day

​We have burned the churches and killed all the saints.

Painted over progress in pigments of nothing more than red and white,

set humanity’s flag alight with gasoline. 

Aren’t you angry? 

Aren’t you sweat pouring, balled fists, aching to change this rage?

Isn’t there a shark in your throat 

made of only teeth? 

Aren’t you exhausted? 

Ceaseless gun shots, drone drops, 

think I need another night off just

to process this shite. 

I

am a dedicated feminist, half assed activist,

so I guess I was never the key

demographic, 

but it can’t just be me. Surely,

I can’t be the only one to believe that women need a voice, 

Queers need a voice, 

the disabled need a voice,

people of colour need a voice. 

This is not a revolutionary statement, it’s supposed to be democracy,

but we are still having this conversation in 2016 so

maybe it’s a revolution we need. 
Well in that case,

Sign me the fuck up. 

Cause I truly, in my heart, believe that we are better than this. 

We have to be

better than this. 

We can’t continue down the same bloody roads as our forefathers 

and pretend 

we haven’t left scars instead of footsteps.
Are you listening? 

Is anyone

listening? 

Cause if you really opened your ears, all you’d hear are bloody screams. 

This isn’t about Donald Trump, but what he means.

Women do not have to consent to sexual acts.

It is acceptable to call every Mexican a rapist. 

Healthcare doesn’t matter.

Black Lives do not matter. 

Queer communities do not matter. 
God,

I am

so sorry. 

It’s not as if the UK is bliss, 

but after all of this, you look

like you need a hug. 
I think we all do. 

So come here, share a drink with me, 

we’ll salvage our humanity in tiny sips and in whispered quips

we’ll remember what life is really supposed to be. 

A human experience. 

Full of bad luck and fuck ups but ultimately 

about helping each other. 
Donald Trump, they have put you in a position of power.

Please.

Don’t fuck it up.