I’ve felt for some years as if something weird is going on. Thanksgiving hits, and all these dark, depressing, ochre-hued movie trailers start popping up on the tube (which is what brings me my football, and therefore must be turned on).
Apparently it’s a blood sport patronizing the Main Library in San Francisco. That doesn’t stop local reporters from employing ellipsis and euphemism to describe conditions there:
San Francisco is hoping to start a new chapter in the Main Library’s troubled story as it ramps up investment in custodian and security personnel following a string of complaints and unsavory incidents that renewed the focus on patron behavior.
It turns out that when you insist it’s just a blob of tissue, people do view it without respect. Students in the video here are playing a game in which young males put balloons under their shirts and try to pop each others’ balloons – with onlookers shouting, “Kill that baby! Kill it!”
That’s bad enough, of course. I’m struck by something else as well: the astounding immaturity of the people involved. This isn’t what undergrads looked or acted like when I was in college. We were mostly bleary-eyed from working, studying, and keeping up with activities. We were, naturally, callow, self-important, and over-earnest. But at the same age as the kids in the video, we would have been taken for adults, rather than for eight-year-olds. The students in this video literally run around giggling like children in elementary school.