Rebel youth culture has always been interesting to me and I think I come by it naturally since my dad had a “reputation” as a restless youth. I love old pictures of him in high school with greased up hair, jeans and white t-shirt standing next to some rusty hot rod. He has a pachuco mark on his one forearm and still to this day won’t tell my brother and me anything about it. In his words, he didn’t start any fights, he just finished them – I have a feeling he may have started one or two also.
I like people who stir it up a bit and question convention and authority – as it should be questioned. I carry that idea into my adulthood, even in light of my current profession and probably more so because of. I think as one gets older and smarter you just find ways to rebel from inside the system to get what you want. I am in no way an anarchist – there has to be some order and rules for those who don’t have a moral or ethical compass, but for the rest of us, I believe if what you do doesn’t adversely effect a reasonable person, who cares. Live and let live.
From the greasers of the 50s, to the rockers to the mods of the 60s, to the punks and gothy new wavers of my generation and before, there is something about the misanthropic youth cultures of the past that intrigue me. Maybe it was because I felt that misplaced pull myself in my teens. Sadly, it appears over the years the youth have gotten lamer and lazier in their rebellion as things like ravers, emo kids and juggalos have come into play. Maybe I am growing old, but past youth cultures seemed much more fashionable and purposeful. What are the kids today really so upset about (the internet is down, the 7-11 was out of faygo or they have run out of their ICP greasepaint) or am I failing to see it is just a matter of degrees?