I guess this is it then

Okay, so I’ve gone to write my next blog post many a time over the past few weeks, but somehow, it always tends towards an essay. So hey, why not give the heart what it wants?

There’s an old video I watched of boomers that were interviewed as teenagers on their frustrations with their parents’ generations. (This is where I’d provide the link but it’s been deleted from the original account and my attempts to scour the internet for it have been in vain. You’ll just have to take my word for it.😬)

These Australian teenagers replied, ‘They think they know what’s best.’ ‘They don’t listen’ ‘They’re so stuck in their ways.’ ‘They’re not open to change.’ etc etc.

The boomers is our grandparents’ generation. (Born mid 50’s to mid 60’s). (Like the video was even in black & white)

We’ve heard our parents express the very same frustrations with their parents’ generation, so these are frustrations our kids’ generation is going to have with us. Why is nothing changing?

Recently, there’s been a surge of male abusers being exposed online, whether famous or otherwise, and for a lot of people their instinct has been to defend the perpetrator. ‘Innocent until proven guilty’, right?

But I’ll reiterate what another creator said, ‘Do we think the ‘creepy uncles’ are born ‘creepy uncles’?

The same protection that was afforded older male figures when we were younger, that were promiscuous to the point of health scares, beat their wives, were inappropriate with much younger girls, is exactly the same protection we’re giving. We defend and stay in friendship with rapists, and abusers and defend problematic behaviour and thinking.

We’ve gone from watching and listening to the stories in shock, to being willing participants.

Now, for the real reason why we’re gathered here; is that even in spite of all this, we hope to procreate.

Still in friendship with the same men that are going to end up abusing our daughters, not bothered to unlearn sexist and colourist and tribalistic prejudices, we still hope to somehow be radically different from the older generations.

(I actually started this post on a much more depressing note, but thoroughly enjoyed chatting shit. Till next week, I guess.)