Daily Archives: January 8, 2010

Arianna Huffington, case in point

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Self-important baby boomer (I know, that’s redundant…) Arianna Huffington thinks that you care how much sleep she gets each night. I know that I sure the fuck don’t.

I’m on a roll with my anti-baby-boomer crusade, so let me next discuss baby boomer Arianna Huffington as an illustration of some of the things that I’ve been talking about.

I have noted before that even liberal baby boomers suck to at least some degree.

Huffington is a case in point.

Huffington doesn’t pay the people who contribute to her website, The Huffington Post (estimated to be worth as much as $200 million), although she sure bashed her fellow money-grubbing swine in her book Pigs at the Trough.

Huffington herself — who used to be married to millionaire Repugnican Michael Huffington, until he came out of the closet, and who espoused right-wing ideas and values before she turned to the left — sure the fuck isn’t hurting, from what I can tell, but she can’t — or rather, won’t — pay her writers.

Huffington’s latest kick is her “Sleep Challenge 2010,” in which, I guess, her point is that women don’t get enough sleep, and so she’s trying to get more sleep and she’s going to tell us all about it.

Here are excerpts from her post on day four of her “Sleep Challenge 2010”:

…I’ve yet to meet my challenge goal of getting eight hours of sleep a night. But I’ve gotten close — getting seven and a half hours each of the last three nights.

And I’m already seeing the benefits, such as starting my day feeling like one of those horrible “rise and shine” people you normally want to throttle when you are among the sleep-deprived. And I’m hitting the ground running, minus the morning mental fog….

…Another luscious sleep aid: the yummy pink silk pajamas I just got as a gift. Just putting them on made me feel ready for bed — so much more than the cotton T-shirts I usually wear at night. These pajamas are unmistakably “going to bed clothes,” not to be confused with “going to the gym clothes.” Far too many of us have given up on the distinction between what you wear during the day and what you wear to bed. Slipping on the PJs is a signal to your body: time to shut down!

I also made sure I had my Blackberries (yes, I have more than one!) charging far, far away from my bed so I could avoid the middle-of-the-night temptation to check the latest news — which these days usually includes word on which Democrat is announcing his retirement and which Republican is accusing Obama of being “soft” on terror….

…My daughter is heading back east today, so my biggest challenge going forward will be my coffee consumption. All my friends know what a coffee addict I am — and will appreciate how tough it’s been to stick to my new vow not to have a drop of coffee after noon. So far this week I’ve tried and failed to keep my vow — that’s why I’m going public with it. Can you please be my Caffeine Police? If you see me drinking coffee after noon, you have my permission to take it from me — even if you have to pry my fingers off the cup!…

Are these the frantic rantings of a grown woman or of a fucking teenager?

There is nothing on the planet more pathetic than a baby boomer trying to be young and hip again.

It would never occur to me, a Generation X’er, that anyone would give a flying fuck about how much sleep I get every night, how many Blackberries I own (but for the record: zero), what I wear to bed, or that I’m trying to kick my coffee habit.

Arianna, get a fucking grip.

The polar ice caps are melting. We don’t give a fuck that you’re trying to kick coffee or that you just love your pink silk jammies. Nor do we need to hear you brag about how many electronic toys that you can afford to own because you don’t pay your writers.

Again, even the most liberal and progressive of the baby boomers — and even those who weren’t even born here in the United States, like Huffington (she was born in Athens, Greece) — are annoyingly self-centered and selfish.

That Arianna Huffington is one of the good ones — that speaks volumes of the problem of the baby boomers.

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Methinks I struck a nerve

Nothing that I’ve written in months got the reaction that my anti-baby-boomer piece titled “Why We (Non-Boomers) Hate Our Jobs”* did.

I think it’s going to be a trend in the future: While the aging boomers continue to be a burden on the nation, sucking, sucking, sucking already-depleted resources, they are going to try to rewrite history. They’re going to claim what hard workers they’ve been, how they got to where they got all on their own.

It’s all bullshit, and those of us whom the boomers have left holding the bag of dog shit need to keep the boomers’ feet to the fire.

Fact is, the boomers’ parents (the so-called “greatest generation”**) coddled them during the post-World-War-II prosperity. When the boomers had children of their own, however, the boomers (such as my boomer parents) put their kids into daycare centers and/or left them with babysitters. (Fellow outraged Generation X’er Ted Rall even wrote a book on the subject titled Revenge of the Latchkey Kids.)

When their parents — the same parents who coddled them — got/get old and decrepit, the boomers put them into nursing homes. (Neither of my boomer parents lifted a finger to help any of my grandparents in their old age and death; my maternal grandmother was put into a nursing home because none of her three boomer children could be bothered to take care of her.)

Will the boomers expect to be taken care of in their platinum years, even though they didn’t take care of their own parents — or their own children?

Thus far, my recommendation that the boomers be made into something useful, such as Soylent Green, I make with tongue in cheek. Thus far.

I, for one, have no intention of helping the boomers in their old age. Had the boomers helped me, instead of viewed me as competition my entire fucking life, I would be glad to return the favor in their time of need.

But it will be karmic justice that the boomers, because their unbridled greed has destroyed the nation, will have to experience what they put others through. They’d thought that they’d trash the nation and then they’d die, leaving others to deal with the aftermath, but their rapaciousness has been such that they’re going to experience the effects of their God-awful stewardship while they’re still alive.

Good.

While I don’t plan to ever harm any of the boomers — give them enough rope and they’ll hang themselves, saving the rest of us the trouble — again, I won’t help them, either, and the one thing that I won’t allow the boomers to do is to try to rewrite history.

Maybe the boomers can fool the Generation Y’ers into believing that the boomers weren’t such a bad generation after all, since the Gen Y’ers weren’t there to see the worst of it.

But this Gen X’er was there. I have witnessed and experienced boomer swinery my entire fucking life. And I have a loooooong fucking memory.

*I have two mirror blogs, one on WordPress and one on Open Salon. Interestingly, on my Open Salon blog, boomers have chimed in to try to defend their indefensible generation, while on WordPress, it’s fellow Gen X’ers chiming in to agree with me. I guess that Open Salon is where boomers go to try to feel hip and relevant. Keep trying, boomers.

**I just can’t get on board with the “greatest generation” thing. Obviously these were lousy fucking parents, or they wouldn’t have given us the millions of Nellie Olesons who now are running — and ruining — the nation.

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