Like hell, the Baby Boomers were the "me" generation. All that weed and free love may have done wonders for self-actualization, but when it comes to enablement, there's no time like the present. Let me just whip this ego out and give it a measure: Reality show culture. Round-the-clock validation from our facebook friends. Selfies. The fact that we haven't suffocated Donald Trump with his own hairpiece.
If it's a bummer of a generation, believe us: It's not you, it's Me. But if you can't beat 'em, join Me: The next installment of Orlando's MEatiest spoken word night will be dedicated to the theme of Narcissicism. Writers! Poets! Talk amongst yourselves, about yourselves, or use your five minutes to rage against the self-absorbed nature of a world in which we increasingly seek validation through external blah whatnot etcetera. We'll be over here checking our Klout rating.
That's Feb. 18 at the usual-ish time of 9 pm, at the unusual location of Will's Pub. Admission, as always, is free like Nelson Mandela. See you there, people - and most importantly, you'll see Me.
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