Can modern college kids even experience joy? They crawl social media feeds, their curiosity reserved for strangers’ carefully curated lives. It keeps their chronic anxiety on life support, relieved by instant coolness and cred when adopting the mental health pop-identification du jour.
Acquiring knowledge is one of the greatest pleasures of my life, something I thought I had when I was a kid but I had no idea just how sequestered my worldview was in a tiny little me-shaped prison.
I mean, would it kill kids today to read something written before they were born or dare to study an Old Dead European White Dude?
The Gary Trudeau Doonesbury comic I referenced
My Kent State peeps today:
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