Poo-Tinted Goggles

I’ve been hearing a lot about millenials lately. Apparently I am considered one by many so-called experts, but I am so close to the outer limits of Gen X and Millenial that lately I’ve been having a generational identity crisis. Millenials like to be babied. I don’t like being babied. Gen Xers say things about “The Man.” I totally talk about this man all the time too. See? Now you are as confused as I. These two things would tell you that perhaps I’m a Gen-Xer and not in fact a Millenial. Gen X-ers are represented by the following movies: Reality Bites, Swingers, Clerks and Wayne’s World. THESE ARE MY JAMS! Millenials: The Devil Wears Prada, The Sex & the City Movie, Juno, Slumdog Millionaire. Even if I will actually admit that I’ve seen any of these, all of them are stupid movies with horrible messages and themes, let’s not even talk about the protagonists (or lack thereof). They are unintelligent and most importantly whiney. You hear that, my supposed categorical generation: you’re whiney. So I guess this is why I’m resentful of being a millenial. The music sucks too. Gen X music? Way better.  But then there’s thing about Gen X, like being the “lost child” generation, versus mine, which is the “precious child” generation. That one I get. I am most definitely precious. So really, in summary, and what you could have gathered simply by reading the title: Generational generalizations are lame, and that’s that. Thank you.