Eddie Huang: You Wasn't With Us Shootin In The Gym
"Even in a post-Sandy-recession-America, we’re paralyzed by choice and many times… opportunity. I can remember what soup dumplings tasted like when I was 6. I can remember exactly how I felt when Webber called the timeout and I can tell you what it was like watching the Berlin Wall come down, but I can’t for the life of me remember what I wanted to do 20 minutes ago without google calendar. I can’t write without a billion fucking digital sticky notes and I can’t be on time for anything even if all I had to do is put on underwear and click on Skype, but it’s not because I’m not trying. I am.
But it’s also not because I don’t have the resources because I do. Anyone who tells you they “can’t” do something is lying. Anything is possible and not only is it possible, but it’s possible this AM, this PM, ASAP, EOD, and if you’re across 110th St: V$VP. Yet, every day I fuck it up. Why is it that we have every thing and nothing all at the same time? Because we let old fools TELL US we’re fucking it up.
I like that we respect the past. I like that we shop vintage, design retro, and eat slow. I like the resentment our generation has for the mundane, the processed, the co-opted. I like that it’s not good enough to just drink beer unless its incredibly shitty cheap beer or incredibly overpriced artisinal beer with a clever name and transcendental graphic design that somehow says every thing we need to know in 12oz increments. I like that people see the value in old dim sum parlors or Mario’s on Arthur Ave. We are expected to know what’s best. We are expected to know all. We are expected because we have access.
But look Mom and Dad, our “access” and our opportunity is a lie just like that time they dangled Miami in front of Lefty (Donnie Brasco). The internet is just a really fast newspaper. Iphones are just another layer and parents just don’t understand that our generation has its own challenges. The same questions you couldn’t answer about life, happiness, and existence elude us too. The internet only holds what we put in it. So get the fuck out of my head and let me live.”
(Note: Every generation thinks the next one is or going to fuck it up.)