The twenties had flappers and money problems, the fifties had family values and beatniks, respectively, the sixtes were for all kinds of lovers and the fighters they hated, the seventies were for rockers,and the eighties were for rockers with bigger hair. The first decade of the twenty-first century is coming to an end and what do we have to show for it? Are we the decade of the great imitators? Everything old is new again, we steal our style from the flower power of the hippies, the skinny jeans off the emaciated hips of the drug addled musicians, the ridiculous colors and leggings from the eighties has-beens.The twenty-first century has a mindless, unpopular war, but it doesn’t have the strong core of young, completely determined peace-lovers who battled Vietnam — and besides, the sixties already took that label.
Maybe we can be the time travelers, the embracers of the past; maybe our label is undefinable. We have the Green Movement — we didn’t start it but we’re bringing it back. Activists in the seventies fought for gay rights; now we are in a death grip battle for gay marriage. Maybe Global Warming is our battle, maybe it’s the fight for Gay Rights, maybe it’s the recession, maybe it’s the fight against an unneccessary war. Past generations have faced these battles and fought them. Perhaps, our legacy is combatting these issues in Round Two so they don’t return for a final knockout.