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11) Lovely Things Making Pretty

Such a lovely thing, I must penetrate. There’s another pretty thing, I must penetrate, more; I need more. It tastes so good. It feels so good. It looks so good.

world full of pretty things

 

Leave a seed until the world is full of pretty things in lovely houses and pretty blood on battle fields and lovely slick engines and landfills of pretty Wal-Mart wares and Cabbage Patch Dolls and lovely plastic islands on seas filled with pretty dolphins upchucking old tires and my neighbor’s iPhone.

 

And pretty smooth concrete to drive lovely shiny autos while ridding the world of ugly useless plants. The world is so lovely when it is full of pretty things and lovely people making pretty.

 


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10) 91 Rocks

91 Rocks

Since the majority of my high school friends were in the class of 1991, I accumulated more ephemera in this year. We saw the Pixies at the Hollywood Palladium, Queensryche at the Long Beach Arena, Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Balboa Theatre in Newport, spent many a night drinking wine coolers on the train tracks at midnight and ditching class to console depressed friends.

90s ButtonsDuring the summer, we wrote each other letters on small colored stationery with flowers or other bright motif with matching envelopes. I had this “thing” for southwestern art in teal and coral colored envelopes. I inherited a button collection from my friend Shelly after she graduated and every girl I knew had at least two pairs of Guess jeans in her closet.

09) Peace in Our Generation?

The level of public trust in the government sharply declined during the war in Vietnam and further eroded throughout the 1970s, at the time when the older end of Generation X were watching television and picking up the anxieties in the world of their parents.

Courtesy of Newspapers.com

Standard-Speaker (Hazleton, Pennsylvania), Monday, 23 November 1970 • Courtesy of Newspapers.com

Skepticism about government is, in many respects, part of our national DNA. But surveys in the 1950s and 1960s showed most Americans expressed at least a basic trust that their government would do the right thing most or all the time. The 1970s and the tumultuous issues of Vietnam and Watergate eroded that sentiment, and the polling numbers on it have never really recovered.
 Anthony Salvanto, CBS News • February 13, 2013


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08) Gen-X Apathetic… NOT!!!

During the early 1990s, it appears that Gen-X bashing reached a peak. Many newspapers reflected these battles between the generations, certainly no different than the ridicule of stodgy parents of the wild kids drinking bathtub gin in the 30s. They certainly had more fun. Gen-X rebuttals were rare since their collective energy was spent trying not to be evicted and hold onto one happy thought that might stop them from walking in front of a bus.

I represent an age group that has been accused of being apathetic, smug and lost. The truth is that our generation, as a whole, is none of those things. We have not been uninterested or unintelligent. Just uninspired. – Tabitha Sorin, MTV Anchor

“I represent an age group that has been accused of being apathetic, smug and lost. The truth is that our generation, as a whole, is none of those things. We have not been uninterested or unintelligent. Just uninspired.” – Tabitha Sorin, MTV Anchor • Courtesy of Newspapers.com

Santa Cruz Sentinel (Santa Cruz, California) – USA Weekend, 28 February 1993 • Courtesy of Newspapers.com

“Here Comes the Re-Generation” by Tabitha Sorin

Article page 1 • Santa Cruz Sentinel (Santa Cruz, California) – USA Weekend, 28 February 1993
Article page 2 • Santa Cruz Sentinel (Santa Cruz, California – USA Weekend, 28 February 1993

One of the last interviews of Tupac Shakur interviewed by Tabitha Sorin in 1995. It represents important aspects of Generation X and the tragedy of a beautiful, young man who fell through the cracks of an indifferent society; forced to trust in criminals in order to survive. Sorin’s article reflects the sentiments expressed by Shakur.


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07) Once, I Was a Mall Rat

In the late 80s, I used to hang out at the Inland Center Mall in San Bernardino with my best friend. We would do anything to get away from our parents. Luckily, her parents would drive us to the mall, drop us off and we would shop, smoke cigarettes, look for cute boys and catch a movie afterwards.

1989 Mall Rat

We bought colored eyeliner and burgundy lipstick at Center Stage. We caressed the sweet smelling leather at Wilson’s Suede and Leather shop, hoping for fringed or zippered jackets with pumped up shoulder pads for Christmas. Sipping on our Orange Julius’s, we inspected the CDs at The Wherehouse, scanned the latest Teen Beat magazine for River Phoenix and Kirk Cameron at Waldenbooks and tried on clothes at Wet Seal and Contempo Casuals.

Taking a break from our mall routine, we would sit in an open area on a bench and smoke cigarettes (you could smoke inside the mall), looking cool with our designer brand bags and blown out hair.

We were 14 and 15, but could pass for 18. We never got carded for cigarettes at 7-Eleven and if we were desperate, we could buy smokes at any vending machine (I hated vending machines since they only came in soft packs, which were instantly mushed in the bottom of my small purse). Cigarette vending machines were found at just about every public place at that time.

If we detected a crop of cute boys, we followed them slowly, talking in British accents about some made-up vacation on a ritzy beach somewhere to peak their interest. We practiced this all the time, pretending as if we were the latest girls of Duran Duran’s, Simon Le Bon and John Taylor.

My best friend had more money to spend and I bought cheap accessories with the hopes that in 6 months to a year, she would be bored of what she bought today and I’d inherit her clothes as hand-me-downs. Since, her wardrobe was ‘way’ cooler than mine, I had no sense of expiring ‘hotness’ when it came to fashion. I trusted her judgment and would wear her clothes until there were holes in them and the bright colors faded to pastels.

She was really boy crazy and the bolder one. I just went along with her, having no real identity of my own. It wasn’t until we got a little older that I would stand up to her and understand how superficial, meaningless and desperate our teen years truly were.

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[1987 • Article via Newspapers.com]


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