do older generations not get fatalistic humor?? like the other day my friend’s parents were hanging around and we were joking and i was like “well no matter what i can always fling myself off the nearest cliff” and they didn’t laugh then later the mom pulled me aside and was like “maybe you should get some help, sweetie” like stfu?? help? in this economy? i don’t think so, debra
I honestly don’t think they get it as a coping mechanism, they think it’s a cry for help rather than actually helping.
i’d even say it’s past just coping and is also now a category of Stuff Kids Got Used To When No One Was Looking; not everyone using that humor is even covering up something bigger, we just stopped thinking fatalistic = taboo/unspeakable somewhere along the line, and most parents don’t seem to know why or how ~
My boss opened a door and missed me by inches, he said “whoops, almost killed you there!” My result of “Oh, if only.” Led to an awkward end of shift debrief.
This generation shares the same humor as the goddamn Addams Family and the previous generation is the White Sixties Family™ that lives next door and runs away screaming at the end of the episode
I will say that it’s interesting because this kind of humor is very, very prevalent somewhere else…
Which is honestly a place you would expect fatalistic humor to be common and used as a coping method. You’re one “oops” away from death on the flight deck, one inch to the left and you don’t have a head anymore because the jet that just landed now owns it as a wing-tip decoration. So you joke about it because lowkey you’re fucking terrified it’ll happen, but you’re also desensitized to the danger itself because you face it every single day for 12 hours at a time.
Anyway so we all know the mindset you adopt in the military because of the danger, so to realise that an identical sense of humor has been adopted by normal people should probably tell you something very important about the amount of stress modern young folks experience in daily life.
That last one… it’s true
It was also common in previous generations that had to deal with say, war and economic depression on a massive scale.
One of my favorite movies is Singing In The Rain which came in out 1952, right on the tailcoat of two world wars and a looming cold one, and for all it’s a cheery happy musical, it’s got this really bleak witty humor too, things like “call me a cab!” “okay, you’re a cab!” or the scene where Don says he’ll be homeless by the next day and Cosmo cheerfully tells him not to be ridiculous…the bank bailiffs don’t open till Monday.
And then quite probably one of my favorite opening lines, where two young girls are watching Lina on screen and one says “She’s so refined. I think I’ll kill myself.”
Which really resonates with a lot of the things we say now when talking about people we find personally attractive, meaning not only is fatalism not a new trend, but those two girls at the starting sequence of Singing In The Rain are totally there for Lina, not Don.
oh my god this is blowing my mind. singin’ in the rain is millennial humor
Don Lockwood (despairing of his career as an actor): I’m through, fellas.
Kathy: Don, you’re not through!
Cosmo: Why of course not. Why, with your looks and figure, you could drive an ice wagon, or shine shoes!
Kathy: Block hats!
Cosmo: Sell pencils!
Kathy: Dig ditches!
There is a specific and terrifying difference between “never were” monsters and “are not anymore” monsters
“The thing that was not a deer” implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying
“The thing that was not a deer anymore” on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.
hey I totally fucked up and forgot the 3rd type, which is “Is Not Anymore And Maybe Never Was” monsters
“The thing which was no longer a deer and maybe never was” implies a creature that, at first glance, completely appears to be a deer, but over time degrades very slowly until you realize (probably too late) that it is not a deer anymore, and had you seen it in this state first, you wouldn’t have recognized it as a deer at all, and there’s a decent chance that it was never actually a deer to begin with but only a very good mimic, and what makes this one scary is the slow change from everything being right to everything being wrong, happening slowly enough that you don’t even notice it until its too late, as well as the fact that something now so clearly not a deer could have fooled you to begin with.
No idea if this commentary adds anything or not but since monsters are generally couched in terms of danger and threat, and therefore fear, in my mind these posts broke themselves down kinda like this:
The “was not a deer” monster speaks to fear born of deception, dangers that approach under the guise of familiarity, with varying levels of success to infiltrate the familiar before lashing out
The “not a deer anymore” monster speaks to fear born of coercion. Whatever it is was once familiar and perhaps even comforting but through the action of another agent the familiar has become grotesque and dangerous.
The “…and maybe never was a deer” monster speaks to fear born of self-doubt. Most people spend most of the time in a sense of vague assurance that they’re doing the right thing, or at least a right thing, in the situation they find themselves in. This fear lies in the danger of *thinking* you understood, only to be eviscerated by the cruelty of “no…you were never correct, and this is your consequence.”
Yes this. Good analysis.
Actually, in light of this I’d like to propose yet one more type of monster to this list. The monster is a deer. But you realize you were very, very wrong about what deer are like.
The deer itself has not changed, you were just wrong about deer from the very start.
This was horrifying to read while high and now I have an unhealthy fear of deer in general so thanks for that.
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yesterday one of my coworkers came in saying ‘did you know the president is giving James Patterson a medal’ and we all started yelling
Why do we hate Patterson? I mean, I’m down to hate him but I wanna know why
Can someone explain this to me please
Sure! I wasn’t expecting this to get traction so I didn’t go into detail.
‘Ghostwriter sweatshop’ isn’t a perfect term - I believe the term typically used is co-writers, although I’m not sure that’s fair either. What happens is that Patterson gives writers an outline and a plot, and they write the books. He’ll read and sometimes revise what they produce. Here’s one of several articles on it. Some people have used text analysis tools to confirm that his books tend to read far more like the co-writers than him - ‘author’ may not be the best word for his role. He’s more like the director.
That being said, many librarians don’t resent him for that. We resent him because, if you work in a public library, he has probably taken over an entire library shelf by now, maybe two. Shelf space is valuable, but when it’s a bestseller you have to buy copies, even if there’s better stuff you could be purchasing.
I work in a library and literally we all dislike Patterson to varying degrees.
Just the other day I was shifting all the books (because we had just weeded) and I was desperately trying to fit the Pattersons on the shelves and there were no patrons in the library so I yelled “PATTERSON NEEDS TO STOP WRITING ALREADY” and my coworker—not missing a beat or even looking up from what she’s doing—just deadpans back, “He already did.”
So yeah librarians and library employees generally tend to hate Patterson.
someone on r/legaladvice was sick of their coworker stealing their food out of the fridge so they started labeling it “POISON - DO NOT EAT” in sharpie on both the bag and the food’s wrapper every day and the person still kept stealing it so after a week they added a bunch of laxatives to their food and the thief had to go to the hospital and could possibly sue OP. the general consensus was that OP was technically objectively in the wrong from a legal standpoint but there is 0% chance of them being convicted in criminal court because that would require finding 12 jurors who would rule in favor of someone stealing food labeled “POISON - DO NOT EAT” and then getting poisoned
this has happened to me four times now. where nurses have almost killed me. lmao tellin doctors im just looking for pain killers
theyll be like “she doesnt show any signs of pain”
sorry my mom didnt raise a little wimp.
the funniest part to me is i wont even be asking for pain killers. ill just be like: 😑i am in the worst pain i have ever experienced and i can feel death closing in. same shit as always lmao. am i right, doreen?
and theyll be like: this bitch just wants opiates im tired of it.
tho i will say it’s fun listening to the doctors yell at them for almost murdering me.
anyway sorry nurses. but when im literally dying i dont got the time or energy to make a show of it for you so you dont fuuucking kill me.
me, going septic: damn sure wish i didn’t have to wait three hours for antiboitics while you nurses are convinced im a drug addict who needs to be ignored, even tho u shouldnt ignore them either tf
lmao so everytime i go to the emergency room i’ll be like “yeah i feel like im literally dying. my pain an agony is unbearable. that’s why im here” but i’ll say it in a really flat calm voice. almost like im bored.
so the nurses will shrug me off run some tests. like ok. whatever drama queen.
then the doctor will come back with the tests, vaguely panicked, like “okay. so you’re dying.” and the nurses will be all shocked and ill be sitting there with my continued bored expression and flat voice like “yea… that’s what ive been saying.”
and the nurses will be like “but you arent ACTING LIKE IT??!!!!”
and im just here like “oh sorry didn’t know this was a fucking final exam in acting class. goddamn.”
nurses. just wondering. can u maybe not be so fucking bitter and hate drug addicts so much that you’d rather have people going into septic shock die than potentially help out an addict? thanks.
tbh in med school we are trained that pain is subjective, and some people might think a paper cut is a 2/10 and others might think it’s agonizing, 10/10 pain. The thing is, it’s all based on what you’ve felt before and what your pain tolerance is — sort of like why babies freak out at even a smidgeon of discomfort.
The thing is, if someone rated their pain as anything above a 7, and they’re able to speak words, not be keeled over, and not be in visible agony — medical providers are trained to treat that as a subjective 8-10, not a real 8-10. Because people in pain >8 on a 10-digit pain scale typically cannot communicate well because the pain is too bad // show visible signs of anguish (protecting the painful place, grimacing, moans, fetal position, grasping the pain, etc).
As much as it’s not cool for nurses to ignore patients’ concerns, it’s also not necessarily out of bitterness or lack of concern. It’s just that if someone shows up and say they’re in agony, but don’t look like it, nurses and doctors will prioritize treating patients that are displaying the known physical symptoms of agony first. ERs are all about triage, and if you’re not symptomatically in pain, or don’t have pain indicative of a really bad medical condition (ex: crushing chest pain, worst headache you’ve ever had), you are not going to be at the front of the line.
I say this as a medical student and a person with an invisible, painful, physical disability: Healthcare providers are not mind-readers or magic diagnostic machines. You have to be clear, assertive, communicative and persistent in emergency settings because there are hundreds of patients ahead of you who are doing the same, and whose symptoms might look worse than yours from the outside.
reasons that i was going 9 mph over the speed limit today: the lumberjack in the big red chevy truck behind me on this double-lined road was in a hurry and also was using a slightly more powerful bluetooth radio to play his music, but he was using the same frequency that i use, and he was just playing Party In The Usa on repeat, so every time he caught up to me my music started fading out and “i pUT MY HANDS UP THEY’RE PLAYIN MY SONG” started blaring from my speakers and i was justly running for my fucking life
WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD I JUST KEEP PICTURING SOME POOR SOUL SWEATING AND STARING AT THIS TRUCK IN THEIR REAR VIS MIRROR WITH PARTY IN THE USA PLAYING IS THIS A SCENE FROM AN ACTION MOVIE
I see a lot of people who tell young people–especially young people who are heading into college–that they should “do what they love.” And they’re right. You should do what you love.
But there’s a world of difference between doing what you love for you, and doing what you love for a paycheck.
I went to undergrad for graphic design and 3-D design–art and more art, I usually say–and I loved it. You know what I didn’t love? Trying to collect my fees from clients. Trying to meet unrealistic, over-simplified or over-specific briefs from people who didn’t know what they were talking about. Coming home, having worked creatively all day, with no creative juice left for the things I wanted to do.
You know what I would tell you instead? Do something that you can be interested in, with people you like.
You don’t have to love it. Loving your work can be a lot, and it often means you have to live in your job 24/7. Some people can do that. Not everyone can, or should. But if you can find work that’s interesting enough that it doesn’t feel tedious, and people you can enjoy spending your 9-5 with, and you can make money, that’s great! It means you can do the things you love for you.
I’m in law school now. It’s interesting work, and difficult, and I like doing it. I like how complicated it gets, and I like the stories it tells. But I don’t come home and read law journals for fun. I come home, and I sculpt, and I draw, and I paint, and I read. I do these things for me.
And I love it.
Gods I wish I’d had this ten years ago when everyone was pushing for me to do art for a living. Probably wouldn’t have burned out as hard as I did
Look, I followed my passions to culinary school, one of the best in the US. Of a starting class of 400, I was one of 50 to graduate, and I immediately got a job I’d been dying for for years. A few years later, I opened my own small catering company.
And through all of this, slowly but surely, I lost my love of baking. It got crowded out by facebook reviews and how much flour costs and did this person pay me so I can go buy their stupid ingredients? All of it went from something I loved with my whole heart to a *job*. To this day, I still struggle to want to do something I used to love so much. It’s the reason I’ll never study writing, and why I’m unlikely to attempt it professionally- I never want another thing I love and lose myself in to become my *job*.
So I’m back in school, studying something I find interesting. I’m using what I know and the experience I have to carve a niche for myself in my new field. It’s shocking how exciting it is.
So for all of you about to start college, have some unsolicited advice from a not-very-old lady:
Don’t follow your passions, wield them.
Take that thing you love, and let it be part of your life. If possible, apply those skills in your career. But don’t let the thing you love rule you, and certainly don’t let it break you.
OP is right, some people can’t live in their job, and I’m one of them. So now, in my late 20’s, I’m seeking a position where I can leave my work at work, go home, and enjoy cooking again for the first time in years.
Doing what you love is awesome, getting paid to do it is cool, but man, there’s something to be said for doing things for the sheer sake of enjoying them.
I have a graduate degree in illustration that I’ll never use professionally. Wish I’d figured it out before grad school loans but I took a look at the kind of work you have to do to survive (and that’s really all you do) and just said Nah, thanks. Not for me.
But I have family that sighs sadly and tells me I should do something with my art. It’s such a waste of my talent that I’m not using them.
Except I am? I’ve created my best artwork for fandom. My best pieces are for my favorite show. I’ve gotten acclaim from people who work on the show. Most of them have a print of my favorite piece hanging in their office.
I’ve had experiences and opportunities I never would have had because of my art. They’re not a waste because I wasn’t making money.
Most people THINK they want a job that makes them HAPPY. Really, what research shows is that people are happiest with their lives overall if they have a job that makes them feel FULFILLED.
What makes me happy? Being with friends. Hanging out with kids. Cooking. Writing. Singing and playing music. But you know what? I get really anxious sharing my food, or my writing, or my voice. I do those things because they make me happy – not for the benefit of others.
My job? It makes me happy, sure. But more so, it makes me fulfilled. I work in public health, and now I’m in medical school. My job has SO many happy moments, but more so, I go home every day knowing what I’m doing helps people, and is important. I am happy not because my job MAKES me happy, but because I feel like I’m doing something worth doing, and then I get to do whatever the fuck I want outside of work to enjoy myself. You don’t have to monetize your happiness. But you should do something with your 8-18 hours a day that you spend working that makes you feel good – not happy, but good. That could be through serving patients, teaching kids, being the best damn nanny in the world, making amazing food in a restaurant that people enjoy, engineering buildings, building stuff yourself, reading case law, taking on intellectual or physical challenges, whatever – whatever you do, strive not to be happy in work, but fulfilled.
Find work worth doing, and happiness will come.