They were not supposed to get old. Yet here they are, trying to make sense of it. They can’t and do t want to give up their pasts, but they never gave any thought to the future. What to do? It’s a real problem, that most have manifestly not solved.
But I continue to think of the Rocky Horror Picture Show as an ideal for them of sorts. You live recklessly for a time. When the inevitable reckoning comes you go back in time and do it again. No adulting is ever needed.
And I would call the orgy in the pool Sexual Amorphism. That’s about where we are now. There is no stable, identifiable sexual energy. There is no “the love of a woman and a man”. It’s all ephemeral, depersonalized, emotionally detached. It’s oriented around momentary sensations with people who mean nothing to you, who can come and go unnoticed. No one needs a name.
It would be a slight distortion, but only slight, to say that the whole hippie rebellion was a call for parenting, for adulting on the part of society, to set them straight. And it never appeared. They got lost and were never found.
It’s a new world. The genuine injustices they opposed are now almost completely gone. But it’s all they have, so they keep resurrecting “racism” as a sort of patched up zombie whose only job is to remind them of when they were relevant, all those years ago, and to give them the revivified “love” now of self righteous and sanctimonious anger.
Actual living blacks are just a stage prop in all this. They need a token black here and there, but that this is a white production, being staged by and for white people, is depressingly obvious.