Socially, our times have been a long, hard reckoning. The #MeToo movement (exploding in 2017) tore down powerful men and forced a global conversation about consent and power. The murder of George Floyd in 2020 sparked the largest civil rights protests in U.S. history. Meanwhile, the nature of work has shattered. The "Great Resignation," remote work, and the "gig economy" have untethered labor from the office but also from security. We are more connected via Zoom yet more isolated than ever—the Surgeon General called loneliness an epidemic.
Our times are also defined by a new relationship with the future. For previous generations, the future was a promise. For us, it’s a source of dread. The summer of 2015 was one of the hottest on record then; now, every summer breaks that record. Wildfire smoke turns skies orange in New York. Floods deluge Pakistan. We’ve learned new vocabulary: atmospheric river , heat dome , zombie fire . Young people don’t just learn about climate change; they metabolize it as eco-anxiety, a low-grade grief for a planet we’re watching transform in real-time. our times 2015
If you had to draw a line in the sand for when the 21st century truly began to feel like a distinct, chaotic era, 2015 is a strong candidate. Before that, we were still lingering in the transition from analog to digital. After 2015, the world shifted into overdrive. These are our times: an age of breathtaking acceleration and deep, pervasive anxiety. Socially, our times have been a long, hard reckoning
Perhaps the most significant shift is the collapse of a shared public reality. In 2015, we still largely trusted the same news sources. Now, we have epistemic bubbles. Depending on your feed, the same event looks heroic or catastrophic. The rise of populism globally—from Brexit (2016) to the election of Donald Trump (2016)—wasn’t just political. It was a symptom of a deeper fragmentation. Truth became tribal. The pandemic of 2020-2023 only intensified this: mask or no mask, vaccine or natural immunity, lockdown or liberty—each became a shibboleth for belonging. history