The other day I overheard a cringeworthy conversation between two 70ish ladies of the New Age persuasion. They were talking about how a great change is imminent in our society, as heralded by the unusually many catastrophes taking place (huh?), and by the 2011 end of the Mayan calendar, “or was it 2012?”, the Maya being of course the people who built Macchu Picchu (nope). The ladies seemed to think that the change, though scary, would be a good one. And then I remembered what the term “New Age” actually means. I just had to sing a line from the musical Hair to them:
“This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, Age of Aquarius…”
Incredibly, New Age Boomers are still waiting for that big vague groovy change in society that didn’t quite materialise in the 1960s. I pointed out that the new astrological age they’re hoping for is supposed to have begun decades ago. But their only response was some confused talk about something they’d read about the constellation Pisces. And of course, other deluded people are waiting for the Second Coming, for the Hidden Imam, for the Anointed One, for the Revolution, for the Classless Society…