Can confirm. Fight the power, fuck the system and all that jazz. I was told it was my "maximalism of the youth", a phase that would pass, but I only become more and more radical in my views as I mature, so that was a fucking lie.
I'm definitely too old, but as a Millennial I love Gen Z. They got their funny internet things, their doom memes, their music, and I say go for it. They're picking up and running with the rights for all, they're more open than we even are, and it's just awesome to see. People love to make fun of the younger generation but are so quick to forget what we were actually like back then.
I am a computer programmer, this is exactly how it works. Why else do you think electronics have fans in them if not to blow fresh, crisp wifi in and stale, soggy wifi out?
Meanwhile I want us to work on things that are actually personally fulfilling, instead of earning imaginary money for rich assholes to abuse and hold us down with.
If we were working on what we wanted to do, we’d do it as much as we had energy for. That might be once a week, or it might be every waking hour for 6+ months.
The important bit is “days per week” would be 0+. This is what I want for everyone. It’s why I fully support a UBI, along with socialized healthcare and housing.
You want to spend your time doing nothing but raise your kids? Great, do that super well and don’t worry about the “lost” income. You want to make art? Awesome, do it! You want to engineer a bridge, teach, be a doctor or nurse, grow crops, etc? We need that too, and in addition to your base UBI money you get extra for doing a socially needed job. Good for you!
Round about 2005 I was at a Hooter's with some friends and I noticed that their hottest wing sauce was named "911". As a joke, when our waitress brought out our food I pointed to that on the menu and said that I was offended that Hooter's would think to name a wing sauce after the attack on the Twin Towers, which I referred to as our "sacred tragedy". I figured she would just laugh it off but instead she got wide-eyed and said "oh no no no no no" and ran off to bring over her manager. The guy came over to our table and apologized profusely, saying that it was named after 911 the emergency call number and not 9/11 the terrorist attack. He comped our entire meal (over $100) and gave me four $50 Hooter's gift certificates as well. At this point I was afraid to say I'd just been kidding so I rolled with it. I still have those gift certificates somewhere - I didn't avoid using them out of guilt, Hooter's is just terrible food.
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