#this_generation

[soulpunchftw]

Calling Ajit Johnson a talentless hack would be a grave insult to talentless hacks everywhere

[kanthia]

petition to call it “johnsoning” whenever someone tries to appear super duper intellectual through mocking our generation for doing what we do

[lindyhopaddict]

#This_Generation

How dare we use the technology available? I mean, seriously, give me one reason why the use of a smartphone/tablet/computer is a source of deserved judgment. Please, I'll wait.

Tell me that it's wrong that I can carry an entire library in my purse. Tell me that it's wrong that I can instantly check my facts during a discussion with someone to know whether or not the information that I have, and am spreading is correct.

Tell me that it's my generation that has the problem, when half of the people my age never use their Facebook because what was once dominated by youth, now has everyone and their dad on it. Tell me that it is solely the teens and young adults that are constantly on their phone.

Please tell me again that my friends and I don't "talk to each other" because "when young people go out, they're on their phones the whole time" when I see just as many, if not more moms out with their children texting and talking on their phones than I do teenagers.

Tell me that there is not another person on the receiving end of my text messages. "Texts aren't real talking." "You have to be in person to have a real conversation." Then say goodbye to your rotary dial phones, letters and telegraphs. Say goodbye to getting messages to your loved ones in the military because if sending a text and getting an instant reply isn't real talking, then I don't know what you'd qualify a letter or email as.

Tell me that it's wrong that I can carry on a conversation with my best friend of 13 years who lives over 400 miles away at any point during the day.

Tell me that my generation is self obsessed because we take photos of ourselves and share them with our friends. I'll tell you that you're selfish for making your friends sit through your commentary of what all happened on your vacation as you show them the printed photos of your trip.

And finally, tell me that you respect my generation.

[thecranberryblogs]

Ok guys really this generation kinda sucks but so does every single other generation so whatever.

[sneakymedulla]

generation wars and anti-intellectualism are both stupid, and ajit hasn’t paid any attention to the news during his entire lifetime apparently

[trubbishes-blog]

[thisisanexampleofablog-blog]

// A note about those little red posters that has everyone in a fit:

The truth can be very uncomfortable. 

Interacting through technology is about comfort and convenience. Sure, you’re comfortable with texting and social networking, because it gives you control over how you present yourself, convenience to connect at any time, and that makes you comfortable.

That doesn't make it good for you. It’s healthy as supplementary social interaction. It can’t replace value and presence of real life, face to face interaction. You can’t fit your essence into 140 characters. You can’t show someone who and what you are in 6 second, prerecorded installments.

Life isn't that convenient. It forces you to think on your feet, to act and react. Yes, it takes away the image editors and the endless rewrites that let you look your best, but I gives back so much more.

The depth and breadth of personal interaction far surpass words. Voice. Tone. Physical expression. Touch. Instant feedback. The freedom to ramble on and on with whatever comes to your mind. The respect of sharing that airtime with another living soul full of thoughts and feelings all their own. The privilege to relay meaning without words, granted by those who seek your attention and are willing to accept your silence as such. Real communication demands unfiltered communication and honest responses. It bleeds through deception in your face and in your stance. It helps you see “eye to eye”, perhaps the closest thing we have to “soul to soul”.

Let’s not forget, the invaluable gift of being unable to pass off an “I’m OK”, when you really aren't OK.

So don’t tell me again that you’re offended when I say in these glorified snapshots of real life, we have created a wonderful excuse for the scared and lazy parts of us to never be brave and strong. Don’t tell me that I can trust who you are from behind that screen. Anonymity may be your blessing, but it is my curse because I cannot know you. Behind that mask, you are closer to being nobody that anywhere else.

I wouldn't trade a hour of real life conversation for a hundred snap-chats, a thousand tweets, or ten days worth of texts.