The Tinder Melodrama

I can’t believe there is yet another round of boring as all hell bellyaching about young people having sex. I won’t even link to it because these overwrought pieces about the horribly dissolute younger generation crop up with scary regularity and they are all exactly the same. This year it’s Tinder, two years ago it was the “college hookup culture,” before that it was rainbow parties, etc.

It’s like the moment 50 – year-olds hit the inevitable hormonal change, they react with these weird erotic fantasies about the out-of-control youngsters having tons of crazy sex. It’s embarrassing to watch. My blogroll is crowded with articles by freaked out folks at the age of sexual decline who are trying to spur their flaccid libido with these silly Tinder fantasies. My only question is why they can’t do all this in private.

Rankings

This is the answer to my question of who won the Republican debate:

candidates

I get everything here except the Ted Cruz part. Does anybody even remember his performance at the debate? I thought he was as insipid as Rubio. What is it that viewers could have liked about him? Not that I care since he has zero chances of being elected but I’m curious.

Post-Work

For research purposes, I’m reading the gushing prophecies of the academics from the 1990s about how amazing the world without full-time permanent employment will be. As long as people’s basic necessities are covered (as they invariably are in developed countries), not having to work more than a couple of hours a week will give everybody great leisure to develop personally and engage in civic activism, they said. The world will become a beautiful place as long as we get rid of work, those intellectuals prophesied.

Stupid tools. I hope one of the millions of young people in Spain or Italy or France who have no hope in hell of ever finding anything but crappy part-time temp jobs will locate these gushy idiots and spit in their stupid, happy faces.

The Correct Way of Writing

I’ve come to recognise that often futzing around is part of the writing process for me – that there is a certain amount of processing that goes on whilst I’m comparing notebooks and arguing myself out of buying more pens which is valuable, and important, and not entirely avoidable.

I couldn’t agree more. I wish I’d realized sooner that I don’t need to feel guilty for the strangeness of my writing process. When I write, I need to interrupt myself every 10 minutes to look something up online, saunter around the room aimlessly, check the blog, stare at the squirrels’ antics, take out my collection of fresh notebooks and admire them, etc. It’s as much part of writing for me as typing the words and consulting the sources.

And hey, this is the correct writing process. For me.

Moral of the story: let’s all find one thing we can stop feeling guilty about right now and just do it. It will do us a mountain of good.

Book Notes: We Need a New Generation of ’98 by Pedro J. de la Peña

Author: Pedro J. de la Peña

Title: We Need a New Generation of ’98

Year: 2012

Country: Spain

Pedro J. de la Peña is one of those vestiges of the past (that’s my polite way of saying “weird old farts”) who believe the tired old canard of how Spain entered into a tragic period of decline at the end of the glorious XVIIth century and has been declining since then. He’s also into the whole song and dance about the “red hordes” that burned churches and provoked the long-suffering Franco into taking in hand the horrible Second Republic.

Peña is a professor of literature in Spain, by the way. In case you were wondering why I always say that it’s useless to try to go study literature in Spain.

Mind you, even somebody who’s your ideological opposite can offer useful insights. For instance, Peña points out that ties and business suits still serve as markers of social class but in the opposite way to how they were used in the past. Today, people who go to work dressed any way they like are the privileged ones. And ties are reserved for low-paid bank tellers. This is very true. N.’s first crappy internships required a suit and a tie. And his current well-paid full-time job gives him the right to wear whatever he likes. This is a result of our efforts to fake that we live in classless societies.

Yes, it’s not much of an insight but since I have to read this kind of thing for work, I have to squeeze every ounce of reasonableness from it.