What has happened to Star Girl's Generation? Star Girl recently came across a blog written by former Jane Beauty Editor Cat Marnell. The blog is her misadventures in downtown NYC. But these misadventures are not quirky or insightful. The blog covers her party hopping, pill popping, alley way sex endeavoring, label dropping, drug induced coma. Star Girl is amazed that Cat Marnell still has the sense and ability to type coherent sentences, let alone some well written ones at that. The blog IS creative, it is entertaining, its shocking, and eye opening, its also very sad and empty of any direction. Reading a few blog entries was enough to realize this generation of mine and Cat Marnell's was led astray somewhere along the way, and there is no going back. The Generation of narcissism, nihility, and emptiness. More shocking is the fact that Cat Marnell has a rally of men and women who support her self harm with fervor and pride and disgusted amusement. Such misguided, misinformed, lost souls.
We are in the boom age of blogging. Blogs have the accessibility of an e-book. But unlike a published book turned e-book, blogs and their bloggers are bound to be a fleeting apparition. They aren't going to be the writers that are read or challenged or debated over years from now. However, bloggers have immediacy. They have influence. They have power in numbers, which may grow in large fleets one day and then crumble away just as quickly, like a feasted upon empire. But in those moments of power, whose to say that even after people like Cat Marnell fizzle and burn out, their influence hasn't already done some damage and settled into the collective conscience of Star Girls generation?
Star Girl doesn't want to be a zombie, (as much as she enjoys their movies). Star Girl needs to decide whats good for her, what entertains her but also informs her. What stirs the imagination but also provokes thought and inspires? Star Girl says no to the emptiness and narcissism, so she thinks but then...the other voice, the sharp, hissy voice of Narcissus says, Get over it, Star Girl. You are no saint. You have your demons, just
like Cat Marnell. She just openly and crudely expresses them and the
horrifying part is that so many people can relate to it. Just like you, Star
Girl. The truth is, Star Girl, you're also looking for a quick fix, a pill,
to turn and churn and burn through life like a speeding comet. Burn out
fast, but leave a pockmark or a black imprint like the grill of a stove
all over the face of this ugly generation.Admit it.
In other news, Star Girl would like to just mention she had originally planned to dedicate this blog entry to the fabulous experience she had on the previous Tuesday. That evening,In flesh and blood, there stood, two rows away, one of Star Girl's favorite musical artists, the talented, ethereal, skeletal, intense, FIONA APPLE! Up front, moving in stereo, on stage, in person. Unbelievable! Butterflies in a belljar stomach danced and flitted, and Star Girls blood coursed with adrenaline and the alcohol contents of two whiskey sours. She was a vision to behold! However, Star Girl had more pressing things on her mind this evening rather than discussing the glorious visions and sounds captured in her memory box brain that evening. It all seemed so petty in comparison to the distressing revelations of Star Girl current generation. Perhaps this whole entry was just an over exhausted exercise in pettiness.
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