You really need to get out more.
Step outside the door and walk. Any direction. Keep walking until you start running into people who aren't in turtlenecks and goatees. Then walk some more until you run into people who aren't in ponytails and RATM shirts. When you start to see American flag stickers on the cars and minivans - lots of them - then you can take a breather.
Then shut up and listen, humbly eavesdropping on these strange creatures that surround you, earning their livings by productive labor, shopping, picking up their children... until you attain enlightenment, and realize: The nineties are so over, the sixties even more so, and your way of, um, thinking, if it was ever relevant, is no longer so.
Then scurry back and cower in the basement of the Postmodernist Textual Circle Jerk Theory Department building, and say to yourself over and over again: it's only a social construct... it's only a social construct.
And if you should ever start to suspect that the world you know exists only by the sufferance of the larger society outside - well, try not to dwell on that.
