I watched it and it honestly is pretty cool, kinda catchy and funny and reminiscent of some steam orange box edit from 15 years ago
The youtube comments are full of ~20 year olds complaining about it though (probably mostly ironically but still)
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Citations Needed episode 38 is the theory you all need smdh get off my lawn
I am a zoomer who teaches alpha, and except for Bluey and Miraculous Ladybug, all of their touchstone media is stuff that was big before my time. They all up in Mario and Sonic and Frozen and that. When I was a kid, we had like iCarly and Codename Kids Nextdoor and Avatar. Now its like there’s nothing unifying for the kids to watch. Kinda sad.
This is sounding eerily similar to the Boomer-millennial-(and apparently possibly alpha) complex vs. the genX-zoomer complex
where each complex has vaguely similar behaviors/traits due to most of them being raised by the previous generation
It’s also very interesting that I (millennial) generally dislike zoomer stuff but skibidi seems pretty enjoyable to me (small sample size still but we’ll see)
I actually really like Skibidi. Really like how the toilets (poop, most essential and base humanity) are engaged in people’s war against the panopticon.
“YOLO,” said Millennials, and “yeet,” the Zoomers cried
“Rizzler gyatt fanum tax,” the Alphas then replied
And lo, there came a shaking as an ebon spire rose
Upon it writ the tongues of men, their generations’ prose
And from the sky a thund’rous voice called out unto the stone,
As golden letters glowed upon its surface, newly shown:
“RIZZLER GYATT FANUM TAX, SIGMA OHIO SKIBIDI”
And all beheld the words embossed theron in great timidity
With shaking and with wavering voice, the grim refrain began
As all the generations sang the verse at its command
Their weeping and their running sores did nothing to delay
The chanting of that fevered song as night succumbed to day
But rose that morn a blighted sun whose light scoured like a flood
The sky was rent asunder and the rivers turned to blood
Their flesh peeled off in sickly strips, their bones were rendered bare
And still they chanted ever on, the words they uttered there
Until bone and flesh and earth and death were all forgotten things
And still unbidden, undesired, the blackened spire sings
Around it wind the whispers of the souls in its captivity:
“rizzler gyatt fanum tax… sigma ohio skibidi”
