I'll concede that many of them were probably doing some form of clubbing...but how many of them were drawing cat ears and a tail on photos of themselves on Instagram? She may be lovely for you guys to look at, but she's not a serious person.
The people of the revolutionary era were far more mature than people of our time. Technology and…
I'll concede that many of them were probably doing some form of clubbing...but how many of them were drawing cat ears and a tail on photos of themselves on Instagram? She may be lovely for you guys to look at, but she's not a serious person.
The people of the revolutionary era were far more mature than people of our time. Technology and entertainment have extended childhood and adolescence well into the 20s and even 30s. Most of us are weak and feckless and dependent.
I've said this before on this substack, but it bears repeating. My grandparents understood the connection between a chicken and dinner. My father bought chicken at the meat market. I buy boneless chicken shrink wrapped at a local specialty store. My young adult children think chicken comes from Uber. We are so far removed from the realities of existence, the fragility of existence. The modern world is an illusion. It could all disappear in a moment from a storm. A bad solar flare pointed in the wrong direction would send us back to 1850.
The founders lived with death and uncertainty every day. They weren't hanging out on their parents' couch binge watching Netflix and ordering food from Uber on their smart phone at age 25.
I'll concede that many of them were probably doing some form of clubbing...but how many of them were drawing cat ears and a tail on photos of themselves on Instagram? She may be lovely for you guys to look at, but she's not a serious person.
The people of the revolutionary era were far more mature than people of our time. Technology and entertainment have extended childhood and adolescence well into the 20s and even 30s. Most of us are weak and feckless and dependent.
I've said this before on this substack, but it bears repeating. My grandparents understood the connection between a chicken and dinner. My father bought chicken at the meat market. I buy boneless chicken shrink wrapped at a local specialty store. My young adult children think chicken comes from Uber. We are so far removed from the realities of existence, the fragility of existence. The modern world is an illusion. It could all disappear in a moment from a storm. A bad solar flare pointed in the wrong direction would send us back to 1850.
The founders lived with death and uncertainty every day. They weren't hanging out on their parents' couch binge watching Netflix and ordering food from Uber on their smart phone at age 25.