A raver in Thailand. (Photo by Paula Bronstein/Getty Images)
The nightclubs opened again on Sunday night, with queues around the block. I was not there, but while middle age has done for my former love of sweaty, expensive late nights, I’ve spent my share of evenings fidgeting in club queues.
I was born the year Thatcher came to power, and came of age just as the rave scene began to be pried loose from illegal parties in fields and sweaty, underground warehouses. By the time I turned 18, the countercultural hedonism of rave culture was a regulated multi-million-pound industry. Even so, clubbing felt subversive: a form of self-expression where social norms could be dissolved in a bath of pure hedonism, shorn of stuffy rules and social norms.
Hearing the bass get louder as you approached the entrance, and the way the air became a warm, rich fug of dry ice, hormones and ear-bursting noise. The spark of sexual tension, the illicit substances, the sheer extravagance all felt thrilling.
But with the cynicism of my now-wizened age, I’ve come to believe that nightclubs have replaced their subversiveness with a sort of cuddly fascism. I’m not talking jackboots-and-flags fash, of course; but instead about how the absolute hedonism and self-expression of a nightclub needs a single point of authoritarian control — the DJ. Usually enthroned in an elevated position that resembles a dais or altar, everyone surrenders to this monarch of the decks, while order is kept at the margins by his unaccountable enforcers: the bouncers.
It’s a note-perfect representation, in other words, for the way an individualistic society seems to combine the pursuit of freedom with a drift toward authoritarian governance. Perhaps unsurprisingly, studies suggest the generation that came of age after me — just as clubbing went mainstream — is the most authoritarian generation alive in Britain today. One 2019 report showed 35% of under-35s supported having the army run the country, compared to just 15% of over-65s. And just 75% thought democracy was a good way to run a nation, down from 93% of over-65s.
But if the hedonistic autocracy of a nightclub is the perfect metaphor for an emerging millennial authoritarianism, so too is the crowd: a mass of people united in the shared thrill of the music, yet also atomised, every dance unique. And indeed, a study released last week by the think tank Onward reported the most authoritarian generation is also the loneliest.
According to the study, 22% of under-35s say they have one or no close friends. This proportion has trebled over the last decade, while the proportion with four or more close friends fell from 60% to 40% over the same period.
I’m not suggesting that growing up clubbing somehow caused a generation to become lonely or authoritarian. But we’re all, to a great extent, what our parents made us; and the millennials, children of the boomers, were raised to express themselves. We can hardly blame them for doing so — or for accepting the trade-offs. And even if self-expression inadvertently makes us lonely, there’s always Big Tech to help. This industry is now rushing to fill the gap, with apps to help you find friends as well as a partner.
Will this work? Loyalty and affinity have their own arithmetic, and it’s not very amenable to individual control — or computer algorithms. I’ve drifted through numerous social scenes, careers and geographies over the last two decades; people who’ve become and stayed friends over that time are often not those I might have clicked as a “match” on some website.
Besides, contrary to the stereotype that sees younger people as so self-absorbed they don’t want friends they can’t choose, Onward’s report questions the idea that young people are selfish. For example, under-35s were twice as likely as older generations to look in on vulnerable or elderly neighbours on a regular basis during the pandemic.
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SubscribeAnother fine article by Mary Harrington.
So, if the embittered millennials, resigned to a future of low wages and rental accommodation, would rather have an authoritarian government than the current form of democracy which so obviously isn’t working for them, what about Gen-Z which, according to the survey cited in the article, is more abstemious and hard working?
Does the eventual demise of wokedom depend on these conformist, industrious Gen-Zers who, I assume, are ultimately aiming for a reasonably traditional family life with kids and a mortgage? Will they reject current progressive politics that promotes speech codes, undermining of meritocratic achievement in favor of race-based preferences, and riots in support of its political ends? Perhaps there’s a glimmer of hope from an unlikely source.
And please, Mary Harrington, stop referring to yourself as old. You tell us you were born when Thatcher came to power, so you’re forty two this year. That places me squarely in the Cretaceous Period!
Yeah, that “Old Mary” routine is way too uncomfortable for me.
Well she’s not young. In respect to what she is talking about here – youth culture – 40 is past it.
Perspective is everything. Mary is a fine looking chick.
As for youth culture. Well, 20 is past it. So many sad 20 year olds don’t realise that teenagers call them grandad behind their backs. That is what I used to call them anyway.
The young strike me as awfully old. To be young used to mean wallowing in unfounded optimism and lust for life (i.e. s ex). Well it did in my case.
As for clubbing: The Kink’s Lola put me off from even starting.
I am pretty sure there has always been a class of young fogey about. They never have made much cultural impact though so are largely forgotten in the popular imagination.
I think single children families and helicopter parenting with far less independence for young people will have affected forming friends.
When you go out to pubs nowadays you see far more groups of young women than young men. This is not only due to the confidence of and social ability of women but also there earning power and that fact that many young men do feel isolated and scapegoated so perhaps choose the computer instead.
I managed to catch the end of the period before the rise of the superclub, packaged hedonism in Ibiza and jet-setting DJ. This was after the first wave of raves in the late 80s and in the period where there was a crossover between urban clubbing and free parties. Interesting that despite so much creativity at the time, few screen depictions have really captured it. Trainspotting uncomfortably transplants a story of late 1980s heroin addicts into the mid 90s, Human Traffic was a childish cartoon and the recent Scottish offering Beats was the usual ‘misfit kids wanna have fun until PC Plod kicks the carp out of them’ schtick.
I read Chris Sullivan’s book, We Can Be Heroes, about the new romantic/post punk era in London and found more in common with my experiences that I expected; you went out to be seen and be part of a group (albeit far less well dressed) and this was perhaps the last era of tribal youth cultures based around music and fashion (or maybe I’m an old g!t now and don’t pay much attention to such things). Many people I knew then I no longer speak to (or indeed wish to ever again), but many friendships made then have lasted also.
Inevitably, the ingress of money and regulation into clubland makes it safe, predictable and, ultimately, boring. Hedonism with CCTV, licenced bouncers and a middle-aged millionaire standing on a stage with a laptop doesn’t really sound like hedonism. It’s hard, I guess, for subsequent generations to enjoy this as the whole thing has become sterile and, even worse, a ‘safe environment’. As Mary notes, many nightclubs, the most interesting ones, have been demolished or developed. Those younger than me seem to have much to be dissatisfied with, yet have fewer ways to let off steam with no consequences. That’s what nightclubs were there for.
Amidst all this doom and gloom – perhaps one good thing to come out of the pandemic is along these lines.
People will perhaps appreciate the value of family more and of local communities. Long periods of lockdown may well have distilled people’s friendship groups down to a minimum – but they will better appreciate who are their closest and truest friends.
Its pretty obvious that all the BLM and lockdown protests had a high contingent of people, especially the young, who just wanted to get out of the house in the middle of a pandemic. Once it was realized the police would allow the “right kind” of protests to continue unhindered then the protests quickly grew. But most of the time it seemed people were bored and looking for excitement, at least here in the US.
If history is any guide, this trend of primness and sobriety among the GenZ’s is presaging an almighty stockmarket/economic crash and depression soon (perhaps two or three years).
I find the whole concept they would save you bizarrely alien. Are there really people who think such rot?
I remember going but occasionally in my teens and early 20s, principally due to social obligation, and found them disagreeable and noisy places that demanded dancing instead of pleasant drunken conversation such as one finds in a pub. I assumed the kind of brain-dead habitué of such an establishment is beneath contempt and not worth the ink spilt in such an article. These dens of iniquity are the very embodiment of cultural decline.
Blimey “disagreeable” and “beneath contempt”. Sounds to me like you were having problems getting some action. You don’t have to enjoy clubbing but your bitterness reveals something else.
My concern is for the future of Western civilisation, not myself.
Could there possibly be a reason (other than selflessness) that younger folks were willing to check in on elderly neighbours? When you have a plague that hospitalizes and kills off older people, those people aren’t selfish, they’re self-protecting.