Sunday, March 11, 2012

Breaking Bad

No use beating a dead horse, but somebody has to; It's that time of year again. The rotation of the Earth around the sun is perfect enough to harbor and justify every other country's thoughts of how floozy Americans are. The younger, very accomplished generation, needs to take a break from muttering obscenities and falling over on a piano accidentally putting chords together that would qualify as music, especially in a club. What better way to break than with Edward 40 hands, beer bongs, rufie coladas, a variation of ping pong involving luke warm beer, shot blocks, jello wrestling, and a stockpile of Herpicin as well as a friendly game of Aliens vs Predators for a whole week.

A rite of passage for college students, the drunken orgy is said to have officially began in the 60s when cars and chics became easily accessible. The point of the journey was the road trip, it was about getting in a barely holding on car and pulling trucker tendencies by driving 20+ plus straight hours with no sleep while “not” being affected my truck stop speed. The days at the beach were just a bonus, the camaraderie was the drive, if you made it with beer money, then you used the formerly white sands of the various US beaches as your pillow. If you got stuck in a ditch along a 2 line highway, then you camped out until somebody passed you. This was the documentary aspect of Animal House, it was a way of life, not just a movie.

Now days, it's still about the party, but there is a much greater need for caution and decision making. Spring Break 2012 is the equivalent of Bordertown, Mejico. In your inebriated stupor, you have to decide, should I walk alone into that dark alley or should I stay here with this sketchy dude that keeps offering to buy me drinks (ooh, this one is strong, oh my god, im like so wasted). It's more about how good is my credit score and/or my relationship with my parents. The better financed you are, the more popular.

Then something major came about, the station formerly known as music television decided to start filming it all and it was all downhill from there. The mostly unspoken or unknown activities where suddenly broadcast to the world for easy payments of 19.99. Daughters were and are shunned on a yearly basis and sons are praised. From here, it was the revolution of smaller recording devices and bigger bad decisions.

Don't get me wrong, the celebration is not the bad thing, the people arent even bad, and im not complaining about anything. It's different though, different strokes for different folks. We've all done the tradition that is a week long vacation at the end of winter, and many have experienced the feeling of jealousy and hatred by no longer being able or relevant to make it happen. I guess hypocrisy, envy, and reality are a real bummer.

What is the future of Spring break? Many will argue that the droves of testosterone is scaring away the estrogen and both are quietly disappearing as eduction slowly is massacred. Also, drug cartels have made it clear that they will kidnap whitey. Is the lure of bad decision making, designer drugs, underage consumption, selling of ones body to off, pay a bar tab, dine and dash, PI, as well as many other illegal activities wearing off. The pizazz of young, dumb, and full of … themselves cant just die off. Come on people, someone has to know how to resuscitate and it sure aint Snooki or Lil Wayne.

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