Grumpy Young Men

Not only is the summer almost over, but the summer of our youth is almost over too. The counting-wrinkles time approaches rapidly and soon enough we have to worry about our pensions. I speak for a minority born in a decade when Michael Jackson, Ace of Bass and Phil Collins blared through the radio speaker. And that didn't help, did it. All generations have their own troublemakers: the 60's had the hippies, 70's had punk rockers and we have EMO's? That's it? We are left with self-pitying herds of people with black dyed hair, claiming that they are more sensitive than other people and that they are revolting against mainstream. Being EMO is mainstream. And grumpy young men don't like mainstream.

All generations have their own troublemakers: the 60's had the hippies, 70's had
punk rockers and we have EMO's?

A grumpy young man has never understood the concept of the iPod. It is a music player, just like every other music player on the market but the Apple sect screams: "No, it is more than a music player, it's an iPod, a revolution." The grumpy young man shrugs and feels a little left alone as he watches a group of EMO's ask the Apple-store salesman if it comes in black.
Longing for a time long before he was born, the grumpy young man cannot understand what hip hop is all about. This Rhythm and Blues deviation should by all logic be dead, but instead bottled up sexual rage and other aggressive feelings are formed into words that are blurted out to the rhythm of a synthesized drum. More irritated than fascinated the grumpy young man turns on Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon and wishes he was sometime else.
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