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And listen. Just because I don’t have kids doesn’t mean I haven’t experienced just how annoying a 13-year-old can be, especially when they’re trying with all their might to BE ANNOYING. However. There’s a big gap between “ugh, will you stop that?!” and “what has our world come to?” I can think of lots of reasons to wring our hands about this latter question. But a meaningless joke uniting kids all over the country, making them laugh and filling them with delight? Not one of them, bro. Actually, the whole 67 thing gives me hope beyond hope. It’s so normal. Totally analog, it occupies a realm untouched by gender expectations or 9-year-olds watching makeup tutorials or the impossible bodies of the K-Pop Demon Hunters. Sometimes I think social media makes us feel like we have to have an opinion about everything, even if we don’t actually care in real life. And since sitting back and letting the kids have their fun is not an especially hot take for the algorithm, there’s a lot of adult haters bemoaning 67 because… why? Because it doesn’t mEaN AnYtHiNg? Maybe I have a different perspective on this because I don’t have kids, or work around kids, or surround myself with kids 24/7… but I think I know exactly what it means: I see you. You see me. Whether we’ve never met or known each other since pre-school, we’re all in on the same joke that grownups don’t get. 67. I also think it’s a weird choice to shit on a generation that is too young to have had any meaningful impact on the state of the world. Whatever they are, that’s on us, bro. In any event, there’s one thing the 67 joke is NOT doing: causing harm. There’s nothing mean about it, nothing exclusive or gate-keepy, and if you don’t find that refreshing and encouraging in the midst of these troubled times, you’re missing out. It’s good to be delighted, and to let that delight spread like a contagion. It’s good to laugh at something that makes no sense, and to double down on that laughter when some curmudgeonly grownups tell you to stop. Not everything has to “mean” something. P.S. I wonder if 67 will still be a thing by the time I get to issue #67 of the Tuesday Tastemaker. Guess we'll see.
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