With all the talk about the Net generation being so vastly, genetically different from… well everyone else, I try to avoid falling too much into the quick generalities. It’s too easy to apply labels when, as people, we are all on some sort of continuum. Like others, I have a live in subject to study.
I enjoy exceptions to rules.
Yesterday, I walked past 22 year old step-son’s room, where, in contrast to the usual… um.. harsh metal, I was surprised to hear the sounds of something in my iTunes rack, Highway 61 Revisited.
I asked Travis, “Are you listening to Dylan?”
He smiled and said, “Everyone ought to listen to Dylan.”
This generation is not always as foreign as some might think.
Hope!
When my 15 year old son plugged his IPod into my car stereo and asked me if I liked Bob Dylan and then proceeded to play Highway 61, I was encouraged. When he agreed to burn me a CD, I knew there was hope. If the next IPod in our family is for me, then I Shall Be Released.
Marianne