If Postmodernism Were Pregnant, It Would Give Birth to Something Resembling Me
A friend of mine and I were discussing a movie we just saw in my dorm when we heard a grunt of frustration come from my roommate. We both turned and asked what was wrong.
My roommate: "I've read this damn sentence 15 times in a row because you guys keep talking and I can't concentrate."
Me: "Well you better learn to concentrate now man. What the hell are you gonna do when you're deep in enemy territory trying to write an essay while under heavy fire from Charlie?"
My roommate became very offended at this point, citing a friend fighting overseas in Iraq and telling me there is absolutely no humor in joking about war. I thought about his words for a minute. No great moral epiphany and regretful sorrow followed but I did realize something else: I'm the poster child of postmodernism.
Nothing is sacred to me. As stated in a recent cinema lecture, postmodernism has "no respect for integrity." It's not that I'm a disrespectful, tactless demon child. I'm just too jaded to care. I know war is bad. I read it in history textbooks, I see it in movies, I hear about it in songs. It's just easier to get across a point when you can communicate via analogies and allusions. My generation's reliance on a common pool of knowledge to speed up communication makes any well-known piece of news, film, book, or any other medium fair game for reference, regardless of that pieces original integrity or purpose.
Is this a bad development? Is history losing its meaning? Have I contributed to the cheapening and degradation of culture? Maybe. But in another sense, I'm enriching history by adding my own meaning. If history is for teaching lessons, isn't the Vietnam War twice as useful when it can teach us about the pitfalls of foreign intervention AND the importance of good concentration skills?
My roommate: "I've read this damn sentence 15 times in a row because you guys keep talking and I can't concentrate."
Me: "Well you better learn to concentrate now man. What the hell are you gonna do when you're deep in enemy territory trying to write an essay while under heavy fire from Charlie?"
My roommate became very offended at this point, citing a friend fighting overseas in Iraq and telling me there is absolutely no humor in joking about war. I thought about his words for a minute. No great moral epiphany and regretful sorrow followed but I did realize something else: I'm the poster child of postmodernism.
Nothing is sacred to me. As stated in a recent cinema lecture, postmodernism has "no respect for integrity." It's not that I'm a disrespectful, tactless demon child. I'm just too jaded to care. I know war is bad. I read it in history textbooks, I see it in movies, I hear about it in songs. It's just easier to get across a point when you can communicate via analogies and allusions. My generation's reliance on a common pool of knowledge to speed up communication makes any well-known piece of news, film, book, or any other medium fair game for reference, regardless of that pieces original integrity or purpose.
Is this a bad development? Is history losing its meaning? Have I contributed to the cheapening and degradation of culture? Maybe. But in another sense, I'm enriching history by adding my own meaning. If history is for teaching lessons, isn't the Vietnam War twice as useful when it can teach us about the pitfalls of foreign intervention AND the importance of good concentration skills?