Saturday, 13 January 2018

The generation that forgot how to read

My daughter won't stop reading. She reads in bed; she reads in waiting rooms; she reads in front of the TV. For Christmas we bought her a headlamp so she no longer has to read books by moonlight while in the car. She looks like a coal miner, descending into a cavernous storyline that refuses to end.
"Put that book down!" is an unusual reprimand in today's digital world, but as parents, we sometimes have to be firm. For the most part, though, it's an addiction we gladly support. 
Because the alternative is not as good. For most kids, that's typically time in front of a screen, whether it be the TV, computer, or a smart phone. And as I've been reading, screen time is having a demonstrable impact on the way we think and feel.
The author of iGen, Jean Twenge, casts a rather dark light on the impact technology is having on adolescents in particular. She argues that the advent of the smart phone correlates with some disturbing trends in teens: increased depression and suicide rates, greater loneliness and anxiety, and lower test scores.  
In the case of girls, social media can cause immense social pressure – with a phone always on hand, there's sometimes no escape. For boys, video games have become the new tobacco (albeit with a lower risk of lung cancer). 
Most interestingly, Twenge proposes that it's not necessarily the screen time that causes problems but rather less engagement in other activities - activities that reduce the risk of depression. Based on years of survey research, these include: engaging in physical activity, attending religious services, reading print media, and doing homework (yes, let it be known, homework reduces depression!) 
 This iGeneration is spending less time socializing in-person, less time sleeping and less time reading than past generations. They're less idealistic, less inclined to move out of their parents' home, and less hopeful about the future. 
It's happening across all races and socio-economic groups. Ironically, the smart phone is the great equalizer when it comes to stealing the smarts from our youth. SAT reading scores have declined significantly over the last decade. 
In response, some professors, including the author of iGen, are suggesting university text books be made shorter and more interactive through digital platforms. At least to encourage some reading. 
This is where I'm a little torn. I'm all for new and innovative methods of learning, but I hate the thought of Dr. Seuss-like text books. All because students can't read anything longer than a Tweet?
Then again, maybe I'm old-school. I grew up without the Internet (Gasp!) And since up to half of all jobs will eventually be automated, maybe it won't matter anyway. We'll have robots read for us. But what am I saying, smart phones can already. 
Classics like Horton Hears a Who! will never be picked up again.

Saturday, 6 January 2018

One day Millennials will rule the world

I don't want to be too hard on Millennials because I was young and naïve once, too. 
At the age of 19 I was unaware of the 1995 Quebec referendum until I heard cheers around our dormitory's communal TV. 
"What's going on?" I wondered quietly to myself. "Quebec wants to separate from Canada? Why??" 
Today I would be all over that, gobbling up analysis like a turkey dinner at Christmas. I, too, would have cheered the results... If only I would have known what was happening at the time. 
It was in those highly insular teen years when I learned absolutely nothing about the broader world around me. All that concerned me were my friends, sports and school.  
Then I started working. In the real world, with real people, with real issues. I realized I was out of touch with reality. 
All that said, I'm still prone to slapping my forehead when I hear Millennials talk about rudimentary issues like, you know, where they live. 
It was in Fernie, BC, last summer when a man about the same age as myself (a fellow Gen Xer), tried to start a conversation with a Millennial who had just graduated from high school. We were all on vacation, so he asked her where she was from.  
"Calgary," she replied.  
He told her that he, too, had lived in Calgary for part of his life, so went on to ask what part of Calgary she was from. 
She smiled sheepishly and said, "I don't know. Just Calgary."  
Again, I understand, this is a teenaged girl who has probably lived at home all her life. But at the same time, I wondered how she would ever get home on her own if she ever had to. The fact is, she probably never would – she likely doesn't drive and doesn't want to, because she'll be attending a post-secondary school in Calgary, living at home while her parents continue to drive her to school in Calgary. 
This is the new normal. We've experienced it with numerous university students who board with us. According to author and psychologist Jean Twenge, Millennials are more dependent than ever. Compared to past generations, they're taking longer to leave home, get married and even obtain a driver's license. 
They're different than my generation, those risk-taking Gen Xers who wanted their driver's license the day they turned 16 and were in at least two accidents by the time they were 17. 
As a somewhat mature 40-year-old, I have trouble relating to these youngsters. They have no answers for simple questions like, "What do you think of the Bank of Canada's decision to raise interest rates?" or (more seriously), "What do you think of Justin Trudeau?" 
I typically stick to the easier questions, but it's lucky if they even know who Trudeau is... At best, they recognize him only because of his hair (and yes, it's great hair, but that's beside the point!) 
It's hard to imagine, but this generation will one day lead us. And while it's tempting to say they know nothing about the world, I presume they will eventually learn. 
And one day - some day - they will have to find their way home. Just hopefully not their parents'. 


Saturday, 30 December 2017

What not to expect in 2018

I have a feeling 2018 is going to be a very interesting year. Not necessarily for the things that will happen, but for the things that won't. Once again, these are my prognostications of what will not come to pass in the new year... 

Justin Trudeau will re-visit the Aga Khan's private island in the Bahamas. After a year of being dragged over the coals by the opposition, the press, and his wife (just guessing), he craves some Aga Khan time. He even videos himself flying high in a helicopter with his billionaire buddy, just to rub it in the Ethics Commissioner's face. He doesn't even apologize.

Conservative leader Andrew Scheer, otherwise known as "Harper with a smile," will draw upon his inner-most growly self to look truly disgusted with his Liberal adversaries. He will look so adorably mad that you will want to reach out and pinch those little dimples in his cute little cheeks, oh yes you will, oh yes you will! 

The new NDP leader... The guy with the turban, the one who replaced the guy with the beard – you know, the one with the beard but without the turban – that guy will lead a political resurgence in rural Alberta, capturing the heart and mind of every redneck on the Prairies. It will be epic, Bernie Sanders style. 

Star Wars will try to tone down its marketing appeal by not releasing another movie before Christmas. This also will be epic. 

This year's Oscars will be even more entertaining than in 2017. Host Jimmy Kimmel will forget his lines, a camera will fall from the ceiling, and as per tradition, the wrong Best Picture will be announced. This will be followed by a small scuffle on stage – some pushing and shoving, some yelling of obscenities – an event that will become known as the Best Picture Scrum, where actors and directors duke it out in (mostly) playful banter before the correct Best Picture is revealed. It's the only way to rescue a show that's long overdue for a remake. Who has a four hour attention span these days, anyway?  

In sports, the NFL comes out with a new product called the Knee Kaep. In honour of Colin Kaepernick, one of the first players to kneel during the singing of the national anthem, the league decides to mass-market soft, anti-bacterial  kneeling pads to the public (with your favourite team's logo on them, of course). They become so popular, even vice-president Mike Pence buys one - then promptly returns it after his boss tells him to.  

Flying taxis will be the new thing in 2018, scooping up individuals like hovering spacecrafts, tearing up the skies from airports to train stations to... Oh wait, they really will be a thing... Flying taxis in skies by 2018, says Airbus (CNBC headline).

The #MeToo campaign fizzles. Let's hope not, but all indications are that the public is fed up with the flack misogynist men have had to deal with in the last year. I mean, it really has been a bummer for them, damaging their reputations and ending their high-paying jobs; all for just ruining women's lives. It's come to the point where a man can't even crudely brag about his unwanted sexual advances anymore...  

Speaking of Donald Trump, sensibility will overcome the White House in 2018. After a year of chaos, Trump finally realizes it's all about him – or rather, his over-sized hands. They were simply too big for his little phone, you see, which caused untold angst and frustration. These feelings of helplessness forced him to lash out through Tweets in mean and absurd ways. After receiving therapy (many hours of therapy) and a laptop with a full-sized keyboard, his Tweets become considerate, sensible and even witty. And to think we were this close to a nuclear holocaust. 

And finally, 2018 will mark the year that people put down their phones and start to pay attention to one another. Peace, love and harmony will reign supreme. It will be the dawn of a new era (or at least be more like the nineties).

Happy New Year!!