They no longer read newspapers. Partly it was because there were very few facts and lots of opinion. They like that because all they had to do was read the comments online and then click an arrow and they had agreed. They generally agreed since they were only looking to confirm what they thought. They needn’t have worried. Their point of view was the same as most people, well most people who were correct in the way they saw life. Basically there was no need for dissent. People who disrupted the flow of agreement by dissenting just didn’t get it. They were told to leave.
They read Harry Potter, Dan Brown, 50 Shades of Grey and something by an economist they didn’t understand but they thought they should read. They made sure people saw them reading these books on trains and buses, by not buying the electronic versions. Otherwise it would mean they had not read them.
They went to charity concerts, bought wristbands, chanted volubly against poverty and war and then went home and forgot about it. They were part of everything and nothing.
They liked everything on Facebook that their friends liked. Their friends liked everything they liked. They had lots of friends but nobody who understood them.
They would never step in to help a person in need but agreed on Social Media where everyone could see them, that people who did were GOOD and more people should be GOOD but not them, not right now.
They swallowed trivia, lies and gossip while registering their disgust at the media who responded to their appetite for it.
They were disgusted at nasty trolls on social media and took the opportunity to be even nastier to them to show them how much nastier they could be.
They made heroes out of people who in the past would have just been, well, people. They made heroes out of sentiment and thin air.
Ah sentiment. Wasn’t it wonderful? It had long taken the place of compassion though many confused the two and if they’d stopped to think about it (which of course they hadn’t , they would have known. 1 person getting killed was very bad. Sometimes 3000 getting killed wasn’t noticed because that one who got killed was more important in the media. They got angry at the Media sometimes, kind of like a child does with a parent but then, like good children, they fell into line and did what was right. Sometimes they were brave and signed petitions but only if 100,000 other people had signed them first. They wanted to be sure.
What was interesting was that most of them were not five, ten or twenty. They were thirty, forty, fifty years of age and more. And now they were less sure than they had ever been.