All these deaths
I read an article this spring that argued we’ve now gotten to a point, chronologically, where popular culture was a legitimate matter of personal concern — so that we’re going to see a generation and a half, essentially 30 years or so, of mainstream pop cultural heroes dying, which will only end when the celebs came out of the niche markets of the 90s and afterward. And of course, there are a lot of baby boomers, so there are a lot of them to die.
But I think I realized today what’s bugging me is that I have a particular understanding of the world that was formed in the 70s and 80s that encompasses various things — not just pop culture, but also politics, religion, and so on — and every time a witness to that the world leaves us, I realize how endangered important aspects of that world are. When the people who actually remember disappear, everyone else falls victim to nostalgia and a remembrance of things past that no one at the time would have accepted.
Good bye, Carrie Fisher. May the force be with you.