There's a Kurt Vonnegut short (very short) story called Harrison Bergeron. In it the United States Handicapper General, under the auspices of the 211th, 212th, and 213th Constitutional Amendments, has stamped out individual talents and characteristics for the sake of total unimpeded equality. The population is fed mindless entertainment, all their memories periodically wiped clean. It isn't torture, not exactly, nor is it intolerable. It's just mediocre. Imposed, entrenched mediocrity.
And it is terrifying.
Now I don't mean to suggest that our current moment is anything like this Vonnegutian nightmare. But it was close to this for the last decade. We weren't physically burdened by actual weights meant to "level the field", nor did buzzing alarms trigger mass distraction and short-term amnesia. Intelligence and beauty are not outlawed. We still had our wits and our various beacons -- in politics, culture, athletics, the arts, and so forth. And yes (or no), we were not suffocated by comprehensive, dystopian egalitarianism.
Things did seem during the unfriendly 2000s to be damn mediocre! We seemed to be waiting, on pause, not necessarily with bated breath so much as with Lunesta and an Us Weekly. It was as though we'd been treading water beneath mostly gray skies for a seriously long time, without a "Look, land in sight!" We were weary, we're wary, and rather than swim for shore we floated straight-laced and glazed. Our so-called entertainment stood in for our current events (quotes left out for obviousness). Our political anger was sooner directed toward straw men than funneled into substantive policy debate and prescription. And while we don't loll about hamstrung by the Handicapper, world citizens did tend to diminish or ignore our most natural advantages. Our enormous opportunities -- many of them unique to America -- for renewable alternative energy. Our once-prodigious diplomatic capital. Our heavy industry. Our edge in scientific and technological innovation.
So ready for good news: We did not die out nor did it turn out we were living a post-American life. And Newsweek was sold for a dollar to an old geezer destined to destroy its whiny words of nothingness and bold headlines that made us feel worse. Now we are starting to scrape the sky. We've since become -- not in every way, but in a lot of ways -- just a wee bit more than average. In our actions and in our expectations, we stop this toeing of that safe, paunchy middle.
Look back. Kennedy promised the moon by a decade's end -- it happened. WW II's Greatest Generation was asked to tighten belts and roll up their sleeves -- they did. And while these admittedly cherry-picked examples might have been nothing more than a function of their unique times, is it easy to imagine us reflexively rising to the moment in ours? Look where we stood for nine-and-two-thirds endless years: on a precipice, always told of danger and devastation. But even with terrorism, climate change, one or two constantly-simmering wars, genocide abroad, a credit crunch affecting us till we cried "Uncle", and countless other messes the newest century has brought..what precisely defines US (not Us)? Had we struck out with renewed vigor? Had we succumbed to fear? Neither. We are slowly becoming less mediocre. We're embracing a new term.
Like our heroes, a lobotomized couple who are at the center of Harrison Bergeron, we sensed something wasn't right from 2001-2010. We knew we ought to be breaking inertia. And this unease wasn't just a tickle in the recesses of our minds because, behold, it has pushed itself front and center. But what will do the trick and wake us all from the stupor (stop checking your email while reading this)? Could it be another catastrophe? Web 7.0? One of those Tea candidates that actually won? Or will it not be so dramatic, this eventual extrication from the muck of mucks? Might it be more like the car you rock back and forth until what had been an inconspicuous gathering of momentum launches it back onto the road with a heart-starting roar?
Let's forget the 2000s. Things today aren't so terrible; they are (to use a teen word) 'meh'. I know that most of us feel that: plateau coasting is better than a downward spiral. But the Internet-savvy 1990s were notable ONLY for jejune prosperity. Those unnamed 2000s are remembered for the steady unease we could never shake.
I proclaim a promising decade starts in 2011. It will be nothing like its immediate predecessor--because that would be the saddest sign ever. Means we'd be living inside a pattern of room temperature mediocrity that hasn't soured us but kept us looking down, at our laps gazing at the latest text or news. (Taylor Swift has a new CD out; it's everywhere.)
Look forward. . . only forward.
Likeminded ideas are found in the book 2011: Trendspotting for the Next Decade, now out in whatever you want it to be.
[On twitter via @laermer for laughs and reportage.]
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