was all "OMG I thought you stopped keeping a personal journal but I guess you're just on Tumblr
now," which is basically true but not really: Tumblr gets more of my attention, yes, but barely even that.
That said, here is a rant I wrote on ye Tumblr:Against irony
Or maybe I mean against fameballs, or something else entirely. I’m not sure.
I’ve spent the past few days feeling exhausted. And maybe I’m tired of New York, or tired of the internet, or tired of fameballs; but what I know is this:
There are two things I just can’t stomach anymore.
1) People who seek to become famous simply for the sake of fame, with no plan or capability to offer anything substantive to society;
2) Perhaps worse, people who seem to be only capable of communicating in snarky soundbites, who can’t ever seem to take anything seriously and tear down everything — even good things — all for the sake of some sad little joke. (Come on, people: even Gawker has a “things we actually like” tag.)
I feel, in a lot of ways, as though I have a very different perspective from a lot of people in my social circle. Yes, kids, I am a privileged white girl, and a Jew at that, but I went to high school in the poverty-stricken city of Buffalo, where many of my classmates were not so privileged as I. More to the point, I spent the past three years working in social services, dealing with a whole mess of problems that many of my friends can’t even conceive of as anything other than stories on the news or in the paper.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that when you’ve hugged a fourteen year old girl who’s crying because you’ve just told her that she’s been diagnosed with chlamydia, or walked more than a few high school girls through their first or second or third pregnancy scare, or even pregnancy and abortion, well, the trials and tribulations of Julia Allison seem very petty, to say the least.
What makes me so sad is this gutwrenching feeling that my generation has no desire to give back, no desire to create anything of worth, anything of value: that all we really care about is ourselves, and our profiles, and the ability to get our faces on the teevee.
I would like to believe that there is something worth more than that. I would like to believe that we might, at some point, stand for something more than ourselves.
Here’s hoping, kids.