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Saturday, January 3, 2009

Clint Eastwood is my hero.

I kind of feel like we're the first generation struggling with consciousness. In recent interview, Clint Eastwood talked about how back in the day you could hit a bully without worrying about possible psychological ramifications, whereas now, my generation is the first to be implicated in the former wrongdoings of our parents and their parents, when they taught their children to quell feelings and emotional outbursts. Especially males. So now, my generation is emotional and conscious, and very sensitive to world events. I mean, okay, some of us are enormously stupid and not worth the astroturf I walk on, but still. Metrosexuality? Young people voting in record numbers? All related to our accidental, generational, enlightenment.

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