Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Armchair musings. Pamphlet #1.

When people say the problem is with me, I can only smile stupidly. And it's clear to everyone that the problem isn't with me, but with the kind of framework and rules that society dictates now. They tell me that I have a lot of opportunities, that I can become president, a millionaire, and who knows what else. But it's also clear that if that were possible for a guy living somewhere on the outskirts, there would already be a kilometer-long queue. A typical example. In WoW, since the release of the expansion, the servers have been filled with achievement hunters who only dream of getting the "first on the server" achievement or something similar.
It seems like just a game, for which, in essence, we don't get anything, except for some kind of moral satisfaction, as my brother rightly noted, from watching beautiful pictures. And yet, millions of people, like a herd of sheep, have rushed into the game, causing terrible lag, crashes, endless letters to support, and so on. I don't know how it is in America, but here it was like a crush at the Khodynka field.
In essence, our society in Russia is now in a state of some kind of class-semi-criminal hierarchy. In this society, development is actually impossible; it is only possible to exist in some kind of semi-zombie-like amoeba state. Whoever settled down about 10 years ago is still living that way. There are no shifts towards the future, not even a hint of it. Everyone seems to be okay with it. We see a picture that I would call nothing other than the "thermal death of society." In particular, this is due to the lack of ideals in the "millennium" generation; they are absolutely lost to Russia. The vast majority of them simply parasitize in one way or another, to the extent that their situation allows. They are so far behind civilization that they can only be compared to people from the Stone Age. And ahead of us is an even more stupid "zhest" generation, which will not be able to do anything at all. Sad, Russia...

Armchair musings. Pamphlet #2.

As is known, under certain circumstances, there are cases when people of the opposite sex begin to feel attraction for each other, known as "love." As a rule, this feeling appears during puberty, in one stage or another. A characteristic sign of it is increased excitability, vulnerability, and romanticization. In some cases, this leads to coitus, in others, it does not. But this feeling drives us to different, sometimes inadequate actions. It is especially difficult to control it during adolescence.
What am I getting at... In the media, there has been a long-standing promotion of love as the highest value of a person. All this is rather sad, given the simultaneous glorification of feminism. What does this lead to? As a result, there is a widespread fascination with relevant content and services, a desire to start a family at all costs, and from this, accordingly, there are "clubs, rich kids, etc." and so on. This is where our typical representative of the millennium generation comes from. There are several types of them; I will not list all the examples, but here are a couple:
a) A rich kid in his dad's car, in his dad's apartment;
b) A manager or something similar, mired in debt and other things;
c) A working-class thug, enjoying a cigarette and an extra mug of beer;
This is, of course, not a complete list; there are subspecies and interclass crosses, but, as they say, there is no point in listing everything.
An appropriate question arises: what should be done with these people? The answer to it cannot be unambiguous. In essence, they are scattered and dispersed in different corners. They have no common idea. And, as it may seem at first glance, they absolutely do not need it. Should we talk about some kind of revival in this case?

Armchair musings. Pamphlet #3

A little girl in boots, a white down jacket, black tights, and a cat-eared hat stood next to some little nerd, standing with her legs wide apart. She looked at him without looking away and stroked his arm. The nerd glared angrily at the people passing by...