A friend sent me a link to this essay by Freddie deBoer, which opens on the late Woodstock 99 documentary, but quickly turns into a brilliant assessment of the infantilization of adult taste over the last ten years.
If the title and the subject matter over the first six or seven paragraphs doesn’t hold you, I would nonetheless encourage you to press on, especially if you teach high school students.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 