While I was never truly part of the “flannel” crowd of the 1990’s, I do wonder about some of the statements in this article. I had never truly considered the idea of anomie and its relation to my own perceptions, but I realize now that what is discussed in the article might be true.
As part of Generation X, many of us grew up with nuclear families, a strong sense of values, and a feeling of safety. My childhood viewing of shows like The Dick Van Dyke Show and My Three Sons provided some glimpse into life before the 1970’s. I liked it; indeed, I was much like the character in Pleasantville in his idealization of the past.
I rebelled against those strong values during college and my 20’s, but I have gone back to them in my later years. And still I feel that there is some sort of loss that I can’t explain. The world seems so much different than what I remember.
Homemade chocolate chip cookies help to have a sense of home, but only a little. The world still rages outside, spinning away from its center, in my own poor version of Yeats. And what of our generation? I don’t know.