These days, a cursory flick down the Facebook news feed will throw up a few dozen instances of adults who, as they look forward to a vacation or major religious holiday or a weekend away from work, elect to count down to this momentous event using the classic child’s calculation:
Just four more sleeps til Chrimblemass!
When did this become acceptable behaviour? These are people that are permitted to vote, drive a motor vehicle, drink alcohol, and maybe even carry a gun. They go onto a public forum, one where they’re still connected, not just to their family and friends, but also to casual acquaintances, work colleagues, and ex-sex collaborators. And then they express themselves using the locutions of a friggin’ toddler.
Chalk it up to rampant infantilism. Put it up there on the board with onesies and selfies (“look, I exist and am the centre of the universe!”) and Kwazy Cupcakes and the slow, inexorable annexation of Hollywood by Marvel Comics.
While Syria burns, and the polar ice caps dissolve, and Brazil prepares to host a World Cup that even its own police forces are protesting against… well, we can head down to the multiplex and chow down on Haribo Cavitytastics and watch Gosling, Knightley, Efron, one of the Olsens and Channing ruddy Tatum as the ass-kicking Power Pack!
All the problems there are in the world, and this is the generation that needs to lead the way in fixing them? We’re royally screwed. We’re in flight from reality, abdicating our responsibilities.
Ignore me, I’m just venting. This is emphatically not a claim for the moral high ground. Anyone that cares to check my GoodReads feed will see how many comic books – digital trade paperbacks? – I’ve read in the last year. (Eleven.) And Guardians of the Galaxy looks like it’s gonna be a blast.
Probably I’m just sore. Only this week, I turned the corner into a new decade. The male of my parents, before they came to visit, said “only four more sleeps till we see you!” I should be wearing tweed and smoking a pipe by now, and my retired elder comes out with that? Appreciate the sentiment and all, but abhor the mode of expression.
A line has to be drawn somewhere.
No more “(X) more sleeps till”, people!