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A sunny morning here in Providence. The office window (well, one of two) is open, and there's a Siamese cat sitting on my desk, watching whatever there is Outside to watch.
Today will be a day on which I make a new beginning for the Next Novel. That's my hope.
Yesterday, conversation about The Wolf Who Cried Girl, and I answered a great mass of accumulated email, and agreed to do an interview for Clarkesworld, and I bowed out of two anthologies (because, presently, there's only time for the novel and Sirenia Digest), and I lay on the bed with Hubero while Spooky read me the first chapter of Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962; one of the most beautiful books I know).
This morning, I am weary of modernity.
And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.* Did their parents teach them? Did they learn it somewhere else? Is this a spontaneous cultural phenomenon? Are they afraid of appearing weak? Is this capitalism streamlining the human psyche to be more useful by eliminating anything that might hamper productivity? Is it a sort of conformism? I don't know, but I could go the rest of my life and never again hear anyone whine about someone else being "emo," and it would be a Very Good Thing.
Could anything be more inimical to art than a fear of emotion, or a fear of "excessive" emotion, or a reluctance to express emotion around others? No, of course not. Art can even best the weights of utter fucking ignorance and totalitarian repression, but it cannot survive emotional constipation.
I want a T-shirt that says, "Art is Emo." We live in an age where people are more apt to believe a thing if they read it on a T-shirt.
Last night we watched the new episodes of Fringe and Spartacus: Blood and Titties. Very enjoyable, on both counts.
Now, the platypus calls my name. Here are three photos from Thursday:

Budding tree.

The Armory and Dexter Training Ground. View to the south.

Houses along Dexter Street. View to the east.
Photographs Copyright © 2010 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
*The suggestion has been made that they are so much expressing fear as contempt, and I am open to that possibility, though fear and contempt often go hand in hand.
Today will be a day on which I make a new beginning for the Next Novel. That's my hope.
Yesterday, conversation about The Wolf Who Cried Girl, and I answered a great mass of accumulated email, and agreed to do an interview for Clarkesworld, and I bowed out of two anthologies (because, presently, there's only time for the novel and Sirenia Digest), and I lay on the bed with Hubero while Spooky read me the first chapter of Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962; one of the most beautiful books I know).
This morning, I am weary of modernity.
And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.* Did their parents teach them? Did they learn it somewhere else? Is this a spontaneous cultural phenomenon? Are they afraid of appearing weak? Is this capitalism streamlining the human psyche to be more useful by eliminating anything that might hamper productivity? Is it a sort of conformism? I don't know, but I could go the rest of my life and never again hear anyone whine about someone else being "emo," and it would be a Very Good Thing.
Could anything be more inimical to art than a fear of emotion, or a fear of "excessive" emotion, or a reluctance to express emotion around others? No, of course not. Art can even best the weights of utter fucking ignorance and totalitarian repression, but it cannot survive emotional constipation.
I want a T-shirt that says, "Art is Emo." We live in an age where people are more apt to believe a thing if they read it on a T-shirt.
Last night we watched the new episodes of Fringe and Spartacus: Blood and Titties. Very enjoyable, on both counts.
Now, the platypus calls my name. Here are three photos from Thursday:

Budding tree.

The Armory and Dexter Training Ground. View to the south.

Houses along Dexter Street. View to the east.
Photographs Copyright © 2010 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
*The suggestion has been made that they are so much expressing fear as contempt, and I am open to that possibility, though fear and contempt often go hand in hand.
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:31 pm (UTC)And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.
I don't think they're afraid so much as contemptuous of emotion. In my experience, these youngins view feelings as the buttons they need to push to get what they want out of other humans - the logical outgrowth of vending machine culture.
Just a thought.
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:34 pm (UTC)That's ever more unsettling.
But yes, I have noted the extremes of contempt. I assume they arise from fear, but too often, these days, we assume contempt arises from fear.
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:59 pm (UTC)I think the contempt comes from arrogance.
Plus, they have no souls (- my use the term 'soul,' in this case, being in the Motown - and not the theological - sense of the word.)
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:01 pm (UTC)I think the contempt comes from arrogance.
Not sure I agree, though I do often see arrogance. More and more, I think they've been taught that emotion is a sign of weakness. And weakness is a thing to be despised, so excessive displays of emotion, which denote weakness, should be feared, avoided, and condemned.
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:06 pm (UTC)One last question on this before I vanish ... What proportion of your readership would you estimate falls into the demographic of that age group?
Just curious.
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:28 pm (UTC)What proportion of your readership would you estimate falls into the demographic of that age group?
I have no way of providing a meaningful answer (one consisting of anything more than the basest speculation) to this question. Sorry.
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:35 pm (UTC)- Mel
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:37 pm (UTC)What is your t-shirt size?
I only wear T-shirts to bed, and like them roomy. So, XL.
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:39 pm (UTC)- Mel
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:15 pm (UTC)For the record, the teens I see on a daily basis don't seem to shrink from emotion. They must grow 'em different in Providence. If it's solely about disdaining 'emo' — Christ, that goes back to the Stoics. (Marcus Aurelius' 'Get rid of the judgment, get rid of the 'I am hurt,' you are rid of the hurt itself' is the original 'Go cry, emo kid.')
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:27 pm (UTC)Marcus Aurelius' 'Get rid of the judgment, get rid of the 'I am hurt,' you are rid of the hurt itself' is the original 'Go cry, emo kid.'
I cannot argue with this. At least, not today.
I'll add that this is something I have encountered (very frequently) primarily online, and so it may be, possibly, in part, an online phenomenon. I have virtually no contact with this age group in the real world.
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Date: 2010-04-03 06:46 pm (UTC)I'm cursed with the long view, though. Any time I'm tempted to say how much popular music sucks these days (except for fabulous Gaga), I remember that there was a generation who said that about Sinatra, for goddess' sake.
What I remember from my teens...well, we didn't have 'emo' as a pejorative back then, but to be too demonstrative about one's feelings denoted weakness in some way. Everyone still had emotions, of course, but if you fessed up to them — barring some disaster which justified outward emotion, like a Columbine-type event or a kid committing suicide — it just gave more ammo to the kids who would point out your 'weakness' so as to distract from their own. So it could be that not a lot really changes except the terminology. Teenagers have always been and will always be insecure beasts, and that will manifest in various ways depending on the generation and what culture/technology they're immersed in — look at the epidemic of online harassment, something that was confined to hallway taunts in previous generations.
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Date: 2010-04-03 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm cursed with the long view, though.
As are many of us. But, of course, there is a multitude of long views, each subjective and many incommensurable with any other.
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Date: 2010-04-03 06:14 pm (UTC)Me too.
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Date: 2010-04-05 03:13 pm (UTC)Not that I'm getting emotional about it, or anything.
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Date: 2010-04-03 06:28 pm (UTC)It makes them vulnerable. Any chink in the armor is to be avoided at all costs; it will just turn up on YouTube and everyone will laugh at you.
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Date: 2010-04-04 01:32 am (UTC)You express a fervent point, weep openly, become angry and you never know who's gonna secretly film it on their cell phone. Or Tweet about it. Or make a Facebook entry devoted to it.
Gah! I'm glad I'm old(ish).
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Date: 2010-04-04 02:10 am (UTC)I do adore that icon.
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Date: 2010-04-03 07:19 pm (UTC)It's counterculture from the Emo fad and the early days of Radiohead. It's kind of like how the bright fashions of the 80's gave way to the grunge of the 90's. People get sick of one extreme and so they rush to the other end of the spectrum.
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Date: 2010-04-03 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 07:28 pm (UTC)People grow up after a while. You look back on things you did so many years ago and feel stupid, resolve to do better and move on. But sometimes you might also forget what used to make you feel the way you used to, and then you have to fill in the blanks with guesses.
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Date: 2010-04-03 11:03 pm (UTC)...which would go nicely on a T-shirt.
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Date: 2010-04-04 01:19 am (UTC)You might have to shorten it just a bit...so as not to overwhelm contemporary attention spans.
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Date: 2010-04-04 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-05 02:11 am (UTC)In a word, a way of making people most like machines. Was pretty poignant to have read your post, and then hear Hank talkin' 'bout the same thing. 'Guess great minds really do think alike. By the way, if any of you get the chance to see him on this tour, do. *Highly* recommended!
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm a little bit sick of the Internet, I think.