Fridays at The Continental

After a long week of work, Courier One wants to do nothing more than unwind and outspan. Of course he wishes the same for his spouse — no need for her to fuss with preparing another meal.
There’s a place at the Echelon Facility you can take your whole family to for simple dining and elegant entertainment:
The Continental.

Young Malinconico thoroughly enjoys his grilled cheese and glass of milk — not exactly exotic fare, even for a 9-year-old. But it’s what’s not on the menu that will whet curiosities let alone sate appetites.
Rhythmic belly-dancing complements the murmuring presence of dining families scattered about the deep-gold chamber as they nod along with the melodic beledi.
Fathers elbow their young sons teasingly whilst mothers roll their eyes with a wry grin.
Please join us at The Continental.

Descente de l’Anxiété [33-1/3 r.p.m.]

Kradaínoun to Gorgóneio

Chanock Ave. Issue #6547: Meatspace Content Provisions

Role Strain in the Making

Anyone alive during the last fifty years must be familiar with the tendency and trend of college-age youth to rely on mere spectacle and forced drama to Address Issues and to Raise Awareness.
  Subsequent generations, for a time, witnessed these antics in hindsight, logically noting that such feel-good dramatics at the moment served the hungry ego whilst outweighing any possible practical solutions.
  Ergo, one would think that mature minds would eschew look-at-me shenanigans in favour of persuasive methods with a more rational approach — appealing more to the adult than the child, lest they become a living cliché spouting trite slogans without any thought behind them...

Today’s actual dialogue:

Bystander: “It looks like you strongly believe in your cause. What constructive steps are you taking to remedy the issue?”

Protester: ”Well, um... we’re gonna get together and have a meeting... and decide what actions... like... to take...”

What happened?
  Are today’s youthful protesters unwilling to learn from history or are they unable, given the inarguable dumbing-down of education, nay, even parenting itself?
  Judging from the consequence-free attitude seen in discarded signage left littered thoughtlessly about the quad after their public posturing, one must conclude the worst: the means are the ends themselves — Attention-Whoring 101. Spent theatrics can often be quite a sad curtain call. But let us not allow fading youth get in the way of Nostalgioid Opiates.