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April 29, 2005

1974

Land of the Lost debuted in 1974, which, in my opinion, according to things I've observed, was the most decadent year of the 20th century in the U.S.

This is what I know from growing up:

1. I was born in 1974. I am decadent. People my age, the gen-x ers (a term I got incredibly tired of hearing) are usually more decadent than I. They invented things like extreme sports, extreme piercing and were among the first to use ecstasy. I have never tried ecstasy, or X. I am less decadent.

2. Schools closed, teachers were laid off, the number of on site school psychologists seemed to increase every time our grade arrived. I had to see some of these psychologists and grew to appreciate their frustration.
Once, there was a bomb threat at my grade school. It was as though no one really wanted us around anyway.

3. I once sat down with an english professor at college who candidly told me that he had never met a group of more disturbed kids than our class. He had been teaching at Kenyon for more than 30 years. It's true that there were 4 attempted suicides in my class of 400 during the 1992-93 academic year. I knew two of them.

4. 1974 was probably the year when abortion was most trendy.

5. Children are not for the decadent.

April 05, 2005

I'm Jewish Now! (Also filed under "Why I hate Sundays" (remix)

Imagine that, like some families who turn in their cars after five years or so, until that warranty runs out, until they decide that forest teal just wasn't their thing to begin with, you could change families in the same manner: the group dynamic just wasn't working out, I got tired of my brother's taste in restaurants, even the pets annoy me!

Well, this is exactly what I've gotten to do, and it seems that each year the explanations get more complicated. The question "where do your parents live?" should not be a difficult one, but my answers get more and more byzantine. I worry that some people might think I've actually done things to produce these results.

That said, some of the more troubling interactions have usually involved the Jewish holidays. When asked "what are you doing for easter weekend?", I never know what to say. "Nothing" is not the right answer. Neither is "the usual things I do on Sunday". So, I sometimes explain that I don't celebrate easter and that my stepmother is Jewish. To most people, that doesn't make any sense. Nor should it.
What makes even less sense is an explanation involving my step-step father. It just sounds silly.