The kids nowadaze...

One of the many things my ex girlfriend said that I remember was regarding her outing of a night to a Melbourne Indie scene club. Yeah, I've been, I used to go a lot, but kinda outgrew it 5 years ago, just like any other clique.

Her take was that it was full of little kids trying desperately to act spastic, each more than the other, and she was basically less than impressed.

I'd have to say, I concur. Newfound freedom is a heady mix, especially when poured over a nicely chilled psyche totally devoid of responsibilty or the capacity for empathy, and you basically have a room full of kids going spastic, and looking it.

It's not all bad however, as Gen Y (God I hate those descriptors!) are accidentally responsible for some of, what I regard as, the greatest writing in the contemporary zeitgeist. They have stumbled across a way to describe things that have no value whatsoever, in such a disaffected yet curious way, as to make them interesting. At least for that moment, before they move on to whatever is next.

Example-

"I wasn't paying attention and just glued 2 of my fingers together. Now I have this sweet claw, but I know I'll have to cut it apart with a scalpel. Or just boil it."

Myspace should be required reading for literature majors, what's left of it anyway.

"Burce and I got locked out last night, tried to get in the bathroom window, but fuckhead landlord had put in security. So we watched the stars lying on the patio, and drank whatever was left in the bottles and cans in the recycling. I got pretty wasted and pashed him, and he cracked it and now he's not talking to me. What a fag".

Classic. Such tension, under the Universe.

"Oh my god, Taya the slut actually fucked the singer from that band, and now she's pregnant. She's such a whore, I can't believe he'd choose her over me!"

We've all been there.

"this one time I slit my wrists heaps and it was so good and the pain just all went away and then I got an infection and had to get my hands amputated and that was really sore, but its okay because I saved up and now I have prosthetic hands and they clink when I clap."

Indeed.

Seriously, it's better than the newspaper, if you can get past the glitter graphics and the 5 songs loading and 18 YouTubes loading at the same time and the 23,000 jpegs.

7.5 out of 10.