There will always be people who’ll wish for things to be more simple, for things to be “the way they used to be.”
Some probably fall under the category of hipsters. Some are just nostalgic for the way things were, whether they actually were alive for those times or not.
I don’t like the word “hipster” – it has such a negative connotation that I’m not sure it always deserves – but it kind of fits here, so here we go.
Hipsters, nostalgia lovers, whoever they are, have a love for the way things were.
They love listening to vinyl records instead of downloading music online. They prefer handwritten letters to emails or texts. That kind of thing.
And I understand a lot of that. I love the way vinyl sounds, but I also love that I can rip the music from a record and put it onto my iPod, cracks and scratches and all.
I don’t, however, get the recent obsession with cassettes.
Artists are releasing very limited edition albums or EPs on cassettes, a weird throwback for a medium I don’t really miss.
Maybe some audiophiles out there could argue that music on cassettes sounds better, but I’ll always argue that vinyl sounds best but mp3s and CDs are easier to deal with and carry around.
To each his own.
I’m waiting for the hipsters or nostalgia lovers to embrace something old-school, something cheap and portable, something that’s still around but also from a bygone era, but I’m not sure they ever will.
You know, it’s the nifty thing you’re reading right now. The newspaper.
I’m waiting on the “I get my news on the Internet” backlash, but I’m scared I’ll be waiting in vain.
I wish folks would put down the bright screens and pick up ink-scented newsprint, scan its pages for stories that interest or affect them and their neighbors, have a chuckle at the comics, pass a few quiet moments at Sodoku, find a new business to frequent in the ads, maybe find a rare baseball card they need to complete their collection in the classifieds.
Maybe they’ll see someone they know in those pages, and they can clip out their photo and put it on their fridge. Maybe they’ll send that day’s Peanuts comic strip to their mom, because she loves Snoopy and Woodstock.
I wish they’d appreciate the ink leftover on their fingertips before brushing it off on their jeans.
But I’m scared people will always be OK with reading someone’s obituary not in a newspaper but as someone’s Facebook status, even if it’s posted before the person’s family knows, even if it’s sandwiched between food pictures or passive aggressive status updates, even if it completely lies about how that person lived or died.
I’m scared folks consider half-truth status updates as news and don’t believe it’s worth it to pay a small fee for a collection of well-crafted and unbiased articles written by reporters.
I’m scared folks will continue to believe fake news websites, or continue to accept biased tweets from citizen journalists or bloggers as the truth.
I wish people thought it was worth it to pay for the truth.
But, hey, that’s just me.
To each his own.
Sheena Barnett writes a Tuesday column for the Daily Journal. Contact her at email@example.com.