World Trade, Like, Something
by Scott Hardie on August 24, 2007
I love it when two teenagers ring up and bag my groceries.
"Did you ever see that Nicolas Cage movie about 9/11? I watched that last night, and, like, it got me thinking about how bad that was."
"Yeah it was bad! I'll tell you how bad it was. I lived in Connecticut and we used to go down once a year to the Twin Towers and the Statue of Liberty. And now we can't."
"Yeah, but, like, think how many people were in that building."
"I guess going up to Connecticut's going to be pretty boring now."
"Yeah."
"I just don't get war. Like, why would you want to give your life for something? That's, like, so crappy."
Four Replies to World Trade, Like, Something
Tony Peters | August 25, 2007
another reason why mandatory service to country would be a good thing
Jackie Mason | August 26, 2007
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Anna Gregoline | August 27, 2007
I still can't get over a quote (I'll have to paraphrase) I saw in an article about kids and 9/11 - one kid said, "It wasn't until I saw the 9/11 movie that I felt it was at all real."
Dramatized things seeming more real than actual news coverage is a startling indictment of our media culture.
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