So a big thought this morning: don’t trust the sociologist who just tried to sweep up and categorize everyone into these little buckets, which honestly are all very very nonsensical, make no sense, not grounded in reality, and also, oversimplifies very very complex things ideas concepts etc.

For example, categorizing people  into like the generation like baby boomer, GenZ, Gen X, Gen Y, millenial, etc.

Why is it so problematic? First of all, one of the big problems is that it is just plain inaccurate. And once again, oversimplified that being which is actually very very complex.

For example, even that I might be in the same age range as somebody, but, if somebody grew up in Chicago and I grew up in the East Bay Bay Area, Alameda Oakland 510, to the Bay Area hyphy E-40 keak da sneak, tell me when to go dumb –> ghost ride the whip, certainly my generation or where I grew up is extremely different. Also, another really big thing is I think the thing that is actually very very overlooked and scholarship and philosophy, yes it does matter if you’re a guy or a girl, or woman, whether you went to prom or not. Also like what religion you grew up in, if you grew up Catholic, Pro, atheist Buddhist etc.

Also I suppose it does matter, in terms of what kind of media you were exposed to as a child, and once again these things matter.

For example, I was born in 1988, and also like what you experience as a kid, in terms of your family, what your family did etc. For example a lot of my life was very very strongly shaped probably by the fact that more or less I had a single mom, and also, she just worked under the table waitressing job, pretty much since I was like, a kid, up until I left the house and went off to college. Also it does matter that essentially, I grew up poor, probably one of the proudest moments in my life was the fact that I was able to purchase my first car by myself, my beloved 1991 Sentra XE, a five speed stick shift manual only, 1.6 L engine, GA16DE engine, which also surprisingly didn’t even have a tachometer ! 

As a consequence, I recall my first car, essentially buying it with my hard earned money that I saved up my money, all my money my life savings at the time when I was 15 years old, just in time for my drivers permit. I recall $1200. From Kevin, mechanic in Oakland. One of my mom’s customers at her old restaurant sushi House.

The joy of stick shift

I had a random thought while sweeping, sweeping up the house, essentially the big idea is ironically enough,