Whenever I end up feeling like a jaded and discouraged old (or at least middle-aged) woman, hearing about the Millennials gives me hope.  Thank God for young people.  This new generation is more racially diverse than ever.  They don’t see gay marriage as a problem.  They’re used to women having influential positions and successful careers.  They’re more likely to be skeptical of religious institutions, and to be spiritual rather than religious.  They’re more likely to be vegan or vegetarian than people of other generations–I’m not vegetarian myself, but deeply admire the motivations which lead a person to make that choice.

They will also probably become more conservative as they get older, just as every other generation does.  But that is the essence of the life process–by the time the Millennials get too old and crusty, new kids and new ideas will enter the scene.  All I know is that the last thing I want is to get stuck in some static version of “the good old days”.  Let my faded nostalgia get washed away by the flow of life, as it deserves to be, and in with the new.


Okay, so this thing is literally just a few days away, and it is entirely possible that Romney could win.  So dammit, I’m going to indulge in some shameless, pathetic nostalgia.  Remember that moment four years ago?  I have lived in this country for over twenty years, but had never experienced an election like the 2008 one before.  What an amazing feeling that was.  Our first African-American President.  A man who promised to change the country.  It really was a bit like having fantastic sex.  I won’t say “like having sex for the first time”–since, let’s face it, the first time usually bites.  The 2000 election was more like the first time–painful and messy, and with an unsatisfying ending.

Yes, before he was smeared by the crazies as the Kenyan love child of Hitler and Stalin…before our own progressive disappointments in him…before that goddamn first debate with Mitt…there was this.

Now go vote!