20 Years Of Schoolin' And They Put You On...

I was flipping through one of these Urban Outfitter rags today when I got home from work, these highly stylized depictions of ideal young existence, complete with fashion and setting keyholes. We've reached this sort of apex in nostalgic redeaux, so many elements can be combined to get right amount of hip. A lot of it is about photography to...they basically give a ground view of what's exactly you want to happen in your life, and what you wanna see.

It got me thinking about our generation of hipness and individuality, and the umbrella of our dredge toward celebrity or at least hip status; be it a mommy blogger with a readership of 30 people a week or an actress/model with a in a notorious reality series.

Mark my words and I've said this before to various people, we're getting to the point where if you can manage to NOT become famous or reach any levels of celebrity success, then you've done something commendable in your life. Celebrity will become a bastard part of our culture...I mean, it already has to a very distinctive degree.

In the mid 1960's, Dylan parodied success in his famous flash card video...writing "suckcess" to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. There was irony in American success 45 years ago, as I'm sure there always as been. At this point, it's the layers of irony and cynicism piled on top of one another that get me. It used to be that you could be on the radio and be a success, WHAM-BAM, fame in it's purist most temporary pleasure. Whereas now, you can be on the radio and be virtually unknown. This is partially due to technological change, but still, think about the layers of bullshit you have to go through when you're at a party and you ask someone "what they do." I don't mind the times a'changin', I really don't.

Sure, we should try to be a success on some level, it's all relative. Just watch where you step.