I saw this in the New Yorker:
“On a long walk during the first pandemic winter, Kyle Chayka was struck by a thought: Did a medieval European peasant know that he was living through the Dark Ages?”
He goes on to speculate on possible names for our unique Age and shares three: “The Age of Unhingement? The Omnishambles? The Assholocene?”
I started to imagine this going viral.
The debate begins. CNN picks up the winning name and people chime in with their opinions. It goes viral and advertisers are elated. Experts point out that the “Kali Yuga” has been known since ancient times.
And so it goes. A mental trip with a life of its own.
I don’t think the naming and labelling thing is helpful.
We don’t have to name our Age to know we’re up against it. As Joe Martino asked in his piece, “If No Wants This Why Are We Doing It?” or Gabor Mate suggests in “The Myth of Normal” we are ensconced in a world that seems to work against us – or at least a society that is trying to wring out our last dime.
But a lot depends on your circumstances – if you’re in Gaza, Ukraine or living under a bridge these are certainly the Dark Ages. If you own a yacht and a personal jet, not so much.
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