Re-watching, re-listening, re-reading...what are we creating?

Today as I was reading news with my noon o'clock breakfast, I was posed with an interesting question. Has our access to our past via YouTube and other sources made us care less about our future? I woke up thinking about the son I am a few weeks away from having and how myself, my husband and all of my friends think that if we could we would share nothing but cartoons of our childhood with our children. We are all in our 20's and early 30's obsessed with the 90's, 90's revivalists if you wish to term it. We get overly excited when Netflix adds seasons of our old Nickelodeon and Disney loves, we think it's the coolest thing ever when Pulp Fiction and other "classics" are back in theaters for one night, we still quote MTV from the good days of Beavis and Butthead and Daria, the majority of us were beyond thrilled to hear Blink 182 was touring together again and making a new album...we just have to face it. We are obsessed with our past.

I wanted to think for awhile it was just a "nerd" thing, but as I think about pop culture in America all I can think of in a mainstream fashion is reunion tours, re-formations, remakes, sequels, tributes and reruns of all our favorite shows from decades past, all of it good and bad is resurfacing constantly. Are we working on the death of pop culture itself? What happens when we run out of past to obsess over? Generations before us loved what they had, they reminisced about it, they still may think it's the best, but they still were awake and alert enough to realize that there's a whole world of creation there, a whole world of imagination that needed to be shared. Why does my generation think that we can't top what's been done? What has caused us to stoop so low as reality TV? Because of what we had, how it shaped our lives and how wonderful we still know it is, we should have the biggest imaginations and the most heart...but we seem dry and heartless.

I can't think of a society that has been so obsessed with the culture of their own immediate past and it makes me wonder if in 2020, we will all finally be burnt out on the 90's and revisiting the 00's and still not looking forward to what could be?

Until I have some sort of answer at the age of 32, I will be just as guilty as everyone else and leave you with:

"Stand firm for what you believe in until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong. Remember when the Emperor looks naked, the Emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing and there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza."-Daria