Living History
It occurred to me that everything about my life, in time, will be labeled and categorized as “Bush-era” this or “Obama-era” that. Like, the movies I watch, even ones as dumb as Harold and Kumar Go To Guantanamo Bay, will be included in film class syllabi as examples of films highlighting “Bush-era paranoia.” The blogs I read, like Gawker, will be labeled in history textbooks as “disseminations of Bush-era cynicism, or ‘snark.’” My membership in Teach For America will flag me to my future children as a part of the “Obama generation”—optimistic, idealistic, committed to giving back.
