Our grandparents had the war, our parents had marijuana, and we have Prozac. It is not much, but it seems like the theme of my generation is, "eat what they feed you." Gone are the days when the youth took to the streets in hunt of live culture. Gone are the days of revolutionary art. Maybe unchecked idealism was a failed policy. But at least they tried.

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