The other day a Gen-Y’er tweeted that she was born in the wrong decade and linked to a YouTube audio of Woodstock by Crosby Stills Nash and Young. Her parents were probably boomers who played 60s and 70s rock while she was growing up, but maybe she was referring to having missed the opportunity of experiencing an event like Woodstock.
I’ve read thousands of blogs over the past year by people young and old. I find the blogs of Gen-Y interesting in the sense that unlike any previous generation they are using the internet to find themselves through self-expression. Woodstock of the summer of 1969 has been replaced by the blogosphere of Gen-Y.
A Woodstock-type event will probably never happen with this generation. People are too busy attached to their keyboards, whether it is at home or at Starbucks. They are always plugged in. And they blog and blog and blog because that is how they form their identity. Commentary runs the gamut from how to tell your roommate to quit wearing your clothes to how to tell a guy his zipper is down to thinking of your marriage as an operating system. Clever, open, witty, but where are the voices of change? I’m sure there are many who are trying to rattle our collective consciousness, but you need to use your eyes to find them.
The 60s and 70s were all about hearing the voices of the younger generation too. This came through music, demonstrations, sit ins, civil rights marches, experimentation, long hair, etc. Today they come through blogging, PDAs, cell phones Facebook and Twitter.
Today the voices of change seem more silent. I’m happy I had a chance to just crank up the music.