“Thankfully, the demographic that will want to make you do things that make you super uncomfortable is rapidly decreasing in size,” Alexis begins, flipping her presentation pad open to BOOMER SHRINKAGE. She does a double-take at her own writing. “Okay, I could have possibly chosen better wording for that.”
She flips to the next page: YOUNG ANARCHISTS. “Now, no one is saying that you should be throwing bricks through windows or anything.” She winks, because hey, sometimes people want to throw bricks and she is fine with that as long as he doesn’t get caught. “But, the pool of young people dissatisfied with the current US government is extremely vocal, and pissed. What you and I need to do together is briiiiidge that gap.”
“I have been watching a lot, I mean, a lot of FDR speeches—oh, he was the president in the thirties, you probably knew him, exciting!—and I think he is your perfect role model. You want to be refined and, like, distinguished and composed, because old people love that, but your stances have to be firm and extreme for the kids. You’re, like, super good at the firm and extreme part, love that you know yourself, but we need to curate an image of, like, dignified, quiet strength, too. I’m not saying you have to become an entirely different person! The main strategy is to set up some verified social media accounts for you that can channel your passion into a cleaner, FDR meets Leslie Knope kind of public image. And from there you just avoid public speaking as often as possible. You won’t even have to worry about running the accounts, I have people for that, I’ll just have to take pictures of you every so often for Instagram.”
Thankfully, Steve knew exactly what generation that Alexis was talking about. Boomers. That’s what he’d heard Sam call them, at least. The generation that came from his, the one after the Silent Generation. Apparently, they caused a lot of issues in the political sphere, and Steve really didn’t know where people his age went wrong, there. It’d always been a family atmosphere in the Borough, but that was the past. Times had changed and apparently morals had, too. Screw Boomers. Steve didn’t respect bullies, no matter how old they were.
Steve may be all for freedom of choice, but he wasn’t the type to throw bricks through windows unless there was good reason. Like the Black Lives Matter movement, of course. But there were other ways to rebel and sometimes they had more decisive action taken in reply because of it. “Never met the guy, but yeah, he was a good President. For the most part. But don’t you think it’d be a little weird that someone run social media accounts for me? It feels a bit disengenuine.” Steve scratched at the beheaded mass of hair atop his scalp, squinting his eyes.
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