I write this as a zoomer, however, I always thought I was a millennial because the content I consumed growing up was also made for Gen-Xers. When you're in high school, a two years difference means a lot. Even though we were basically the same age, and part of the same generation, it made sense to make fun of lower-years for playing Fortnite, or with fidget spinners. I felt like there was a separation because I had my own culture, which was fatefully strangled in the crib. Zoomer forms had not found themselves until 2016. Media in between was oriented more to the 2000s, which is oriented to the 90s—this was until gravitated towards coming clusters. The generic example which I'm limited to showcasing is the early media reviewer channels I watched when I was a kid. If you look at their initial style, which I knew as its own thing, you can later see the transition point into what became a world-feeling.
I was too young during the aughts to live, in the true meaning of the word, but as someone who had nostalgia for its latter residue, which briefly manifested in the first half of the 2010s, I got culture shocked post 2016 by new emergences. It happens like that in cycles, when collective aggressive energy finds new forms, as does the recourse of the weak, which manifests in the mellow. I and was never able to formalize what it was about the succeeding yoke which viscerally unnerved me, but I think I'm able to put my finger on it now.
The antithesis of life isn't physical age, it's a mentality. The daring embrace danger and change to live exuberantly. Those who are lucky, die relatively young before experiencing first death, which is degradation of the body. For the uninspired fear of the external takes precedent. All worth is measured by security and comfort—this applies especially for people who are too physically undesirable to breed impressively if at all. This psychology doesn't go anywhere when they get old, thus we have an entire subculture of the elderly way of life. It's not like the old days when the elderly would jump off a cliff to free up resources for the able. The signs and symbols of this subculture terrify me, as they showcase the prospect of being trapped in such a mentality, suffering its way of life, especially in contrast to vitality transponders.
In the 90s, and in the decade leading on, there was a heavy appeal to youth as can be seen in forms from the time. I grew up in the 2000s, which gave us Frutiger Aero Y2K, and visual design which modern artists in the field don't even know how to reproduce anymore. There's a current genre on Instagram of people trying to do so, but it never hits the same, or else preserve examples of it from the past. This was my world-feeling, and not that of the rotting boomer class—at least that's what my conception was limited to. I was disoriented when members of my own generation fell into the same partiality as the geriatrics I considered the heinous.
Zoomerism is perennially the same thing as what it is to be elderly, as in those who didn't die beforehand, or maintain vitality through mental strength. This is what bugged me so much, when I was allegiant to vitality transponders of the 2000s, and those around me embraced antithetical forms. The cruel irony is that to espouse the forms of my day, I would be considered unc, since they're technically older. But I don't care because I know that spiritually they have more vitality, and Zoomers are sickeningly reminiscent to old people: weed culture is the same thing as being inclined to soft comfort as an old person, with or without being addicted to prescribed debilitation aides. The broccoli haircut reminds me of old women hair, and I don't know what girl could find it attractive; they don't talk or emote with the same expressive punch which people from the aughts and 90s and did.
They say a boomer can fix your car and a Millennial can fix your computer, by zoomers can't do either, nor can they cook. They have the least dynamic consciousness, and will die out like forgot niche trends in the 1920s. People are tempted to hate on boomers for sitting on their wealth, but that isn't the issue; the problem is that they didn't pass down skills. Zoomers will complain about being broke but use Grubhub or Doordash for food. lets forget that there's a net negative on buying premade food which amounts as a single meal; there's also a tax on it's delivery. The strategy of adding minor taxations extends to every little thing these days, like it does on discord. It depends on whether people are stupid enough to see past it without realizing it all ads up. Short time preferences are being encouraged for such rackets.
It's an insult to the legacy of those few who bypassed the psyops of prior decades for a zoomer to listen to hippy music from the 60s, or for that matter lofi. You are privileged to be born around modern forms and you revert to something our grandparents fell for? People like that need to be corrected with shock and the ecstasy of constructive recourse to trauma.
A more layered example is Brainrot humor. Zoomers think themselves to be abstract in this regard, but non sequitur, cynical humor has always existed to an extent, especially in the early 2010s. The fact that they identify the rather tepid form it takes now with a term (Brainrot) just demonstrates how oriented to order they actually are, given such self reflection and criticism. It would be the equivalent of if when YTPs were still a thing, people were calling that brainrot. Nobody did, because it was just funny, and to be honest a form of dissociation. the early precursor to the brainrot franchise, which existed on Instagram meme pagers was funnier, more unhinged and actually a lot more sophisticated to come up with. The zenith of this was an account called hairyniggaballs8765. When that went down, I consider it to be the death of the genre. When I was scrolling through that, I wasn't doing it to feel disoriented, I was doing it for the aedrenaline rush and to distract from the thoughts in my own head. It's a good way to engage with the carnivorous world around you while developing an immune system. I remember scrolling through it while listening to Puscifer, which also mellowed out after the first album. The forementioned burst, was a reaction to culture insufficient at coping with trauma. From it, the brainrot franchise, diverted back to that insufficiency. The fact that you would even make a franchise of such a thing is conformism to safety. What is now countering that is the great noticing, which in some facets is a spiritual successor to my favored expression of memes, what with the George Droid ai videos, which encompass their own satirical universe where Netanyahu and Epstein are god and JD Vance is unrecognisable. The fact that when Charlie Kirk was killed, instead of being revered, he was only entered into this meme-verse, tells me that my members of my generation, in part, are ready, to stop taking mainstream canon seriously and emersed themselves in the violent, exploitative reality of what the world has always been. Obnoxious neutrality in brainrot has been harshly thrown off by the most blatant and coherent expressions of protest on social media the world has ever seen. Last time this happened, some woman cried to the UN and all those spicy accounts got shit-canned and relegated to free speech platforms which you would only go to if you remembered specific content from when it was allowed, and even monetized on YouTube, like a certain 9 part docuseries. The rub when it comes to this energy is, as always, normies. What I call Rosacea-influencers, looksmaxx in a way specifically to give themselves Hummel doll cheeks, and sensitive skin which flares up at the slightest brush of bacteria without a waxy surface to equalize it. There's seemingly hundreds of identical young men doing the exact same shtick on Instagram and a couple of foids getting in on it too. They fall for misinformation and Zionist snags like someone enthusiastically nose diving into a pool. Those who curtail this lose traction, like Reece Carlton, the only one of them pointing out that the UK's Reform party echoes. I'm not going to watch spring-chickens, many of whom are just a bunch of dumb ass jocks, gawk while repeating Epstein misinfo and fall for psyops from 10 years ago with that staple cadence of trying to sound preppy. They have the same geriatric mentality as libtards, except instead of taking comfort in the familiar via 60s revolutionary values, they glom on to right wing yuppy shit because they think it's trad—I always assumed yuppy was a fake term because bougie left wingers try to project, but rightoids prove me wrong. It affirms my case about the decrepit dependency upon comfort, that they're obsessed with old shit like classical music and cathedrals, aka the counter culture they see most commonly trending.
Those few of the genre who are creative enough to advance this medium in a way which is weird and funny have my respect, but they're few and far between. the father of that preferred style, Sam Hyde, is going through menopause now, and is bulwarking the forementioned serious sheen which oft-couples with bland, no fun fag, and frankly wrong takes: like glazing Charlie Kirk's misshapen foreheaded corpse, or hosting Nick Fuentes. The Roger Stone money must cut it, because the only result of those last two things is people voting Republican instead of drawing a noose on the ballet.
What we're dealing with here isn't a generational difference, but a psychological one, since geriatric forms exist across time. Those with agency like Otto Skorzeny and Dennis Hopper are all uncs, but their affect invokes youth, much like that of the roaring 20s and post depression noir period. That too was genocided and replaced with the 60s cultural evolution, which in its fabric, is inherently geriatric as is it's modern equivalent. There are plenty of people from that time and before who had the touch, the flare, the spirit of vitality and vice-versa when it comes to today. They lived as free men, like the only people interesting enough to move the needle and be remembered of today, of those yet to become, which they will, like we always have been—all throughout history and always will. PARENNIAL VITALITY.
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