By: Madisyn Zipper

My generation has brought about many revolutionary changes, undoubtedly being major catalysts for bigger and better days, but, inevitably, something must be amiss. I’ve noticed in recent months that our definition of obsession is somewhat debauch, even exaggerated. With the pop culture world at our fingertips, we feed on what others are doing, and grow ridiculously attached to people we don’t know, claiming love for someone like Harry Styles, whom we’ve only met through a digital screen.

Not only do we revel in this corrupt view of love ourselves, but we share it with the rest of the world, in person as well as through social media. We label this phenomenon as obsession, but not in penitence or remorse. Knowing the exact locations of band members or watching every Selena Gomez interview ever, alarmingly, is not frowned upon. Living vicariously through others is the new thing, and it will ultimately lead to future problems, not to mention the problems we are creating for the next generation.

Being aware of when to stop is something we should all be working on, but, for now, I guess the paramount issue is catching up on those recent episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians.