A little something to read. The world is a scary place. Yes, I understand the basic draw of nostalgia. It makes sense to me, that longing for things and people of the past. I don't think you can fight it, and I don't think there's any reason to.
Manufactured nostalgia is an entirely different beast, though.
My generation is being spoonfed memories that don't belong to us. Like Forrest Gump spliced into footage of Richard Nixon, my childhood has been edited in post-preduction. I have no sentimentality for the childhood of my parents, but it's still being packaged and sold to me as if it was my own. The original Woodstock was an excuse to get laid and listen to some decent music, which is certainly commendable enough. Well goddamn it, it went wrong when we accepted rehashed versions of our parents' history.