Millennials are so successful at making everything ironic. It’s like we’re all masters of camp and kitsch, while most of us don’t even know what those concepts mean (but we’ll certainly pretend to).
Elitism is no longer for the elite. We have taken the cocoon that holds the word’s definition in place, turned it inside out and watched it evaporated while we argue the artistic aura of Francis Bacon’s “Crucifixion” in terms of Walter Benjamin. It no longer has meaning in reality as the concept is now self-defiant. It is just this ironic fog of sour attitude that has overtaken the better part of an entire generation, and it’s turning our lungs black just like the cigarettes we all smoke to impress each other with our want for poverty and pain and death, or, in other words, reality.
Or maybe I just know too many pretentious fucks. Myself included.