talking 'bout my generation

[grumpyolddog]

Remember Raymond Briggs?  Sure you do. If you're older than me, you probably remember him for his slightly rude cartoon books about Father Christmas.  If you're younger than me, it's probably The Snowman.

But if you're my age, it's When The Wind Blows.

For the sake of those who are unfamiliar with this particular sweet, peculiarly British cartoon

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[extemporanea]

I still remember driving back from a showing of the film version of When the Wind Blows when I was about 20, and being absolutely unable to speak the entire way. A gently devastating film, particularly because of its embodiment of familiar fears.

I'm six months older than you are. I grew up in Zimbabwe, which means the nuclear threat was never quite urgently real, who the hell would bother to bomb us? But I worried about nuclear winter. These days I've translated the subliminal angst into worry about ecological destruction. There's some level of my consciousness on which I don't actually believe that the world as I know it will endure through the rest of my life without some kind of apocalypse: daily existence always feels a bit provisional. I suspect it's the major motivator behind the fact that I've never really felt driven to have kids. If they have a world to live in at all, it's likely to be shitty beyond belief.

Does it sound horribly depressive to say I really enjoyed this post? I really enjoyed this post.

[grumpyolddog]

Does it sound horribly depressive to say I really enjoyed this post? I really enjoyed this post.

s'cool, I write best when angsty.

[viking_nitro]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1PFEVayxxA