It’s plainly obvious to young adults that there is nothing solid in the world and there is no truth. An ancient verity lost for a thousand years has reappeared in the language of the shopping mall.
Any Generation Y conversation, particularly involving females, is framed in the comparative. Every sentence starts with: “It’s like…” as in “It’s like, I went to the shops.”
Or: “Like…” as in “Like, I give a sh*t.” As annoying and redundant as this is to adults, it strikes at an awkward notion.
My very proper Sydney private school impressed upon us the importance of substance over style. Cranbrook’s motto, Esse Quam Videri or “to be rather than to seem” was a sturdy notion for life among the fakes and phoneys of the Sydney money set, but now seems as irrelevant as the ancient Greek declensions I learnt in Mr Uebergang’s class.
As I have experienced a little of life, I have discovered that everything seems to be something. It’s like, everything’s like something else, but nothing, at the same time, if you follow. Frustratingly, there is actually nothing that like…just is.
Don’t expect any help from the dictionary. Even the definition of truth has a rubbery, mutually agreed, kind of feel.
- Conformity to fact or actuality.
- A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
- Sincerity; integrity.
- Fidelity to an original or standard.
Verisimilitude, or the quality of appearing to be true or real, is about the best we can hope for when the bedrock of truth is only conventional wisdom.
And 14-year old girls know it, just listen to their conversation.
This is a crushing blow to even the best of journalism. It’s like, the truth is out there, but like who gives a sh*t? Perhaps this is why so many people are seeking their truth in literary fiction or movies these days.