The truth is, though, that a lot of my objections to “50 Things…” are matters of style over substance.
I wanted to hate it more than I actually did.
See, I could have easily written “50 Things…” when I was this writer’s age, and it would have sounded quite similar, right down to the “fluorescent lighting” and “cubicles” and “suits.”
Not only that, but back in my day, we also had things called “factories” to rail against, but you guys have only seen those things in old movies.
(We also bitched about “suburbia” but I understand Kids These Days love the place. Where did we go wrong…?)
And other writers bitched about pretty similar stuff in the 1920s, and ’30s and…
Guess what: Except for the factories, all those awful things are still around for you to complain about.
Tell you anything?
