Micro-repression against modern youth took place in the center of Moscow.
The modern youth were gathered en masse and taken to the wards, which caused predictable polar reactions, from "the end" to "what a horror".
I do not condone any repression (I have learned from the bitter experience of the last few years), but I have a slow hostility towards this type of youth. Slow - because it cannot be called criminal, and its kibbutz is relatively harmless. But that's why with hostility - here, in addition to a slight irritation due to the garbage of these parties, there is something else, in the eternal genre of "we were not like that".
In the twentieth century, the expression "we were not like that" meant: we were good, and for some reason they were bad. We studied with straight A, dreamed of being heroes and took grandma across the street, but they drink, smoke, fight, curse, and besides, their hairstyles and pants are scandalous. Such was the late Soviet conservatism of my childhood, and even before that.
Now everything is different.
Now you won't embarrass anyone with your hair or pants, drinking and smoking have decreased significantly - even in that environment perceived by passers-by as drunk and smoky, and street violence (at least among the national majority) has decreased so sharply that it's time to brag to the whole world.
And of course, today's older generations remember - as childhood stories - a game so unthinkable, so macabre, that even the tongue will not dare to express something condemning in the style of 1986.
So the claim now is completely different.
Not - "why are you so bad", but - why are you so empty?
The world of my childhood and youth was bold, hooligan, but also meaningful.
There were so many singers, writers, films, a kind of ideological and stylistic codes that made up a fashionable culture, that some Artem Troitsky, now a foreign agent, opposed to the Soviet power, could publish whole volumes about "what we like" and "how everything works here".
Well, you remember. Asa. Too. Another foreign agent - the glow comes from him. Tolkien and Aglador with wooden swords.