This is the sort of horse**** that really pisses me off.
Like everyone in my generation, I am finding it increasingly difficult not to be scared about the future and angry about the past.
I am 35 years old – the oldest millennial, the first millennial – and for a decade now, I’ve been waiting for adulthood to kick in. My rent consumes nearly half my income, I haven’t had a steady job since Pluto was a planet and my savings are dwindling faster than the ice caps the baby boomers melted.
So let me see if I get this right. You’re 35, which means you were of voting age when Obamacare was passed. You went to college after the scam of ramping college prices, driven by student loans, went into place. In other words you got to vote for the majority of that **** too.
But generalizations about millennials, like those about any other arbitrarily defined group of 75 million people, fall apart under the slightest scrutiny. Contrary to the clich, the vast majority of millennials did not go to college, do not work as baristas and cannot lean on their parents for help. Every stereotype of our generation applies only to the tiniest, richest, whitest sliver of young people.
Well that last sentence is true.
This post was published at Market-Ticker on 2017-12-16.