The sad and pathetic reality of Gen Z continues to depress those of us who experienced the glory of pre-internet life, and the risky fun that came along with that. And no, I’m not talking about gang bangs…
Somehow, despite the fact I have been drinking since I was fifteen years old, like all my Gen X/millennial peers (I was actually a late-bloomer in this regard—most people I know were introduced to the joy and pain of underage drinking a few years earlier), I have never ended up in a gang bang. Not even a little one!
Nope, my fun Friday nights out consisted of drinking, smoking, drugs, make outs, and sometimes more, yet were decidedly lacking in threesomes, foursomes, or sevensomes. I mysteriously managed even to never snort a single drug off of anyone else’s body part!
But apparently nowadays the younger generation is wilin’ out by either staying home with their prescriptions, replacing alcohol with “wellness” drinks, or playing out nasty porn scenarios in frat houses. What happened to a good old fashioned vodka/gatorade-fueled hook up on a park bench?
