The number one tip I always give people when I travel is - when in doubt, Google it.
But now I'm not traveling. Now I'm here in South Dakota, waiting for life to start and in the midst of the post grad blues. So I googled: Inspiring Movies for Post Graduates to Watch.
Worst. Google. Ever. I don't know what this person's definition of inspiring is, but its definitely not one that involves hope or motivation or joy for life's prospects. But the film was too real. Never shoulda trusted this blogger. Here's why.
Red Flag #1: The Graduate was on this list. But everyone knows thats a sad movie. Everyone knows that the beginning, middle and end are uncomfortable and unhappy. No one leaves that movie with hope for life after college. I should have seen this coming.
Red Flag #2: The movie I chose received two stars on Netflix. TWO STARS. Rookie mistake.
Red Flag #3: The main character had very little personality, was totally unreliable, and her hair never looked clean. And there are at least three shower scenes in this movie. And not one ends in clean hair. I mean, its one thing to not wash your hair every day (because thats actually better for it), but there are ways to make it at least look respectable.
All I got from this movie was that life after graduation is awful, when you don't have the structure of education you become a horrible person, and that even when (IF) we happen to grow old and become wildly successful, it doesn't really matter because the clock is still ticking, our backs still hurt and you still won't really have a personality.
This was my first experience with Lena Dunham in her self written/directed/produced movie "Tiny Furniture" and I was wildly disappointed. But that is not the movie fault or Lena Dunham's fault. It is Google's fault and especially The Graduate's fault for setting up such expectations for post grad themes.
Kids, use the word "inspiration" wisely. Post grads are the future. And if you make us believe or feel like the future is truly bleak, then we'll do the same for the next generation and the next until the world decomposes like its 1984 or The Giver or something. I mean, just a couple days ago I told a kid that the only good thing about being an adult was getting to eat whatever you want whenever you want. "Seriously?" Seriously. And ALL THE ADULTS IN THE ROOM AGREED. Help.
I have to go cleanse my soul with Harry Potter now.
