I was quoting this for some jaded youth on Boris‘ blog when I thought I might as well post it here. It is the winning essay from last year’s Vanity Fair Essay Contest, and the subject was, basically, what in tarnation is up with kids today? the real cris de coeur coming from the fact that, like frogs in a slowly warming braising pan, nothing at all, no matter how severe, seems to bother them.
I cannot understand why prophylactic tranquillizer sales are so high when, in fact, nothing seems to upset these people because nothing whatsoever seems to register. Maybe the answer is in here:
Another Feitelberg Against the War
…We are spoiled realists. History has funneled us into deeply individual, almost solipsistic lives. We’re a generation that doesn’t expect, in its wildest dreams or worst nightmares, to be directly affected by something so oblique as politics. When my sister’s reserve unit was called up to serve in Afghanistan, I was flabbergasted that her life should change or suffer because of her moment in history. Not particularly optimistic (as our 60s-era parents were), nor particularly well equipped to deal with hardship (as our grandparents were), we have learned history’s lessons about the way things really work, yet have no real need to put that knowledge toward any great cause. Oh, sure, we have plenty of promise, but, as yet, haven’t been given a screen to project it on.
We don’t have a common enemy with a greasy handlebar mustache, although Dick Cheney does come close. Not that we want one. But, as a result, we don’t always know who the bad guy is.
We do know from our parents’ divorces that marriage actually isn’t forever.
We know that free love isn’t a great idea and can kill.
We know that Democrats lie and Republicans lie. We know that good presidents lie as much as the bad ones do.
We’ve learned from cheap furniture, the sprint of technology, and the pendulum of fashion not to get too attached to anything…
Which is as good a point as any to note that Vanity Fair no longer has this essay on its website. This link goes to the Google Cache version, and how long that remains useful is anyone’s guess.
Things get unsurprisingly complicated, and still our rage is bloodless…
raincoaster 
Which we did the bad guy have a greasy handlebar moustache in? The only ones I can think of are Kitchener and the other Allied Generals (Hitler had no handlebars) or maybe Kaiser Wilhelm (but I don’t think that was much of a hanlebar). All I’m saying is its a bit of an odd thing to refer too. Why do enemies need greasy handlebar moustaches? I mean, modern media just has them all with full beards. What is it with facial hair and the assumption of evilness? I just don’t get it.
You, obviously, are a facial hair apologist. I shall never trust you again, and am contacting the Department of Homeland Security immediately.
PS Snidely Whiplash!
Tis true, I’m a facefuzzocaust denier. The whole thing never happened. But seriously, I reckon if it weren’t for Hitler and Stalin, Moustaches would be all the rage.
One word:
BORAT!