Why yes, you are correct im-the-asshole-that. I really really hate boomers constantly shitting on my generation.
At my job, I once had to take a training course called “Dealing with Difficult People.” And during that course, for no apparent reason, the instructor started off on a rant about millenials which quickly devolved into the entire room of boomers bitching about my generation. At one point, one lady called us “animals.”
When I raised my hand to point out that this was disrespectful, I was told “it’s okay, you’re not like them.” At which point I snapped and asked HOW. My experiences are their experiences. You know what we saw when we grew up? We saw a housing market collapse. We saw the beginning of a war on terror so vaguely defined as to have no visible end. We saw an entire generation stick their fingers in their ears and shout “GLOBAL WARMING ISN’T REAL AND IF IT IS IT’S A PROBLEM FOR THE NEXT GENERATION.”
We’ve been told that “you better go to college if you want a good job” only to graduate to find that there are no jobs available because the work force ISN’T RETIRING. We’ve seen the cost of higher education increase OVER 1,000% in the last four decades. A college credit that cost an day’s minimum wage in the 70’s costs us 60 days of work. Those of us who graduate with student loans are told that if we couldn’t afford it we shouldn’t have gone. Those who don’t go are told that we can’t expect a job without a college degree.
We’ve grown up in a world where the acceptance rate at Harvard is higher than the acceptance rate at a new Walmart. We’ve been told that you were grateful for you job flipping burgers, but you were paid the equivalent of $14-$15 an hour to do so. We’ve had employers cut our work week to 39 hours to get out of paying for our healthcare.
I’ve worked in fast food and you want to know a secret? I have never had a problem with teenagers. If they get rowdy or messy they mean no harm. In fact, most of them will stop if you tell them. All they want is a fucking milkshake and a corner to themselves The customers that cause the most problems? They’re middle aged. I had a customer berate me, cuss at me, and call me stupid and ask if I failed math when I told him he hadn’t given me enough money to pay his check. When he finally accepted he was in the wrong, he told me I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it because it was “bad customer service” even though any shortage comes out of my paycheck. That sense of entitlement is something I rarely see in millenials.
We’re told in legitimate publications, in TIME MAGAZINE, just how little you think of our generation, how little you RESPECT us and yet you ask for our unquestioning devotion. Well guess what, IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. You’ve ruined our economy, our housing market, our job market, our environment, and our climate. You continually mock us, demonize us, and leave us to clean up your messes.
RESPECT IS EARNED, and you have done nothing to earn it. And it’s ironic that I have to have this discussion here because at this moment you are the difficult people I am having to deal with.
I was then told I was overly confrontational and would apparently benefit from being sweeter when being called an animal (I may have continued loudly talking over the “instructor” when she tried to cut me off). But the other sole millenial and I shared a loving glance across the room and absolutely lambasted this instructor in the evals and she’s never been invited back to teach that course, so it’s all okay.
so my coworker and i play this AMAZING game on days when it’s gross out and you have just drudgery to get through and also your headphones are broken and you have a headache and you suspect that person you hated in high school is secretly more fulfilled in life than you are.
this game is called The Best Thing That Could Happen Game, or TBTTCH. in this game, you give a detailed account of the ABSOLUTE BEST THING that could happen to you right now. you’d think this game would bum you out because those things aren’t happening, but it doesn’t!!! it makes you so happy!!!!
like, is it that suddenly your boss comes out and tells you that you got a pay raise AND the rest of the week off and you use it to fly to london and while you’re in london you meet prince harry and smoke up with him before the dutchess of windsor is like, “hey, do you want my whole wardrobe? i’m thinking of just starting over completely! have these DIAMONDS.”?
is it that you finally get the cajones to tell that cutie with a booty that works at your bank that you want to kiss him or her or them on the mouth and then get weird in the back of your swaggin’ wagon? and that said CwaB is like, “sure, but i also was hoping we could order pizza and play like 16 hours of mario kart”?
is it that you SUDDENLY REALIZE exactly what you want to do with your life and all the steps you have to take to get there and magically come across the beautiful open door that leads to the first step??
I’M JUST SPITBALLING HERE. IT COULD BE WHATEVER. MAYBE TBTTCH IS THAT A WHOLE BOX OF AIRHEADS APPEARS ON YOUR DESK AND YOU EAT THEM ALL AND DON’T FEEL SICK!! GO YOU!! YOU EARNED IT!!
whatever it is, come into my inbox and tell me about it!! tell me ALL about it!! take as many asks as you need!!
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If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, unleash your poison breath and razor claws.
If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, your name is a promise of a fell fate for all your enemies.
If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, you will survive the ice, you will build the fire, your wounds will heal, your muscles will grow, your plans will tighten, and you will thrive.
This world is made for monsters.
Broad City is underwhelming so far.