The youth-centrism and general informality of the modern Western world are undeniable, certainly to anyone who, like me, enjoys old films, fine art music or the TV show “Mad Men” (though we may not agree with the show’s denigration of the pre-counterculture 1960s). Dalrymple addressed this trend a few days ago in the Telegraph:
We are about to encounter the first generation of geriatric adolescents, or adolescent geriatrics: that is to say, those people who have never really put their youth behind them, refuse to acknowledge the ravages of time, and do not believe that it is ever time to put adolescent things away. Their tastes, especially in music, have hardly evolved, nor their mode of dress. They have never gone beyond the instinctive bad taste of youth.