Millennials, especially those of us on the older end who were born in Reagan’s second term, are a generation of many dualities. Duality comes up in so much of my work and I always thought it was just because of a vast amount of personal circumstances and life events.
But it turns out my entire generation is riddled with them. Our lives have been colored by hope and doom alike, and we watched technology and communications advance at different speeds.
We saw the end of the old world and the last decade of relative stability and prosperity for many Americans…
I distinctly recall this conversation I had with this guy I slept with after a punk show in 2010.
“So, what’s your plans?” This was the exact conversation I wanted to avoid. I somehow woke up in some bumblefuck place in Suffolk County, a ways off from my safe and solitary dumpy domicile in The Bronx. Being a grad student broker than Mike Pence after Biden’s inauguration, and the fact that it would take a couple years before rideshare apps would become de rigeur, I unfortunately had to depend on this lamentable one-shot deal for a ride back to the…
I’m so fucking sick of women being treated as collateral damage.
Domestic violence is systemically underplayed in this society. It is reduced to “tumultuous relationships” which quickly falls down the slippery slope to “what did she do to provoke him”.
Look, there isn’t much I can say about Gabby Petito and how the media treats missing and murdered pretty young white women that hasn’t already been said a million times by now. …
Content Warning: emotional abuse, self-harm, discussions of suicide and suicidal tendencies. Reader discretion is advised.
Back in the Web 1.0 era, I had an online “relationship” when it was uncommon to do so.
Today, people look at you like you’re naked in public for refusing to use dating apps but back then, they thought meeting a person off the Internet was tantamount to going deep into the woods and never coming back. But elder Millennials and young Gen Xers were indeed talking online, and we realized the context could be more than simply platonic exchanges of ideas sans state lines…
There is this never-ending story that takes places on social media time to time.
It is a tale as old as Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, but with less subterfuge and more open douchebaggery.
Though it’s not really even a story as much as it is…a cycle. Like when summertime comes on the otherwise-sleepy Jersey Shore, the boardwalk goes from empty to full, an unsuspecting visitor gets a slice at Manco & Manco’s then a seagull snatches it out of their hand and proceeds to squawk like the singer of a noise band for 15 minutes prior to promptly…
Right before the pandemic hit, I had a major foot surgery when we were still innocent starlings dreaming about our epic 2020 plans.
As to be expected with most major operations, the recovery sucked worse than the surgery. I was put under and vaguely remember grabbing the nurse saying, “If I don’t make it out of here, primary Cuomo for fuck’s sake.” Then I woke up in the middle of it and asked why a retail gun was being drilled in my leg before summarily passing out again.
Retro Rewind is a weekly series that reconsiders pre-2000 pop culture. More here.
In the never-ending onslaught of reboot culture that’s only heightening Millennials’ overall feelings that we’re being trapped in this state of permanent adolescence in spite of the exhaustion of adulthood in a collapsing empire, Saved By the Bell is a particularly interesting case.
Like so many other anodyne sitcoms of the late 80s and early 90s, it got a reboot. Instead of a tongue-in-cheek title like Fuller House, it has the same exact name with much of the original cast reprising their old roles — only with…
A disturbing amount of anti-worker propaganda has been circulating as of late. Most of these pieces are along the lines of “go risk death or lifelong disability on the chance your boss will give you more money”. What’s even sadder is that many of the comment sections on this propaganda are tantamount to Spongebob putting his own money in the register at the Krusty Krab.
Okay, there’s a lot to unpack here. Here’s the short version of my response.
Of the many things that can be said about Millennials and the world that we grew up in versus what it became, something that isn’t said enough is that the elder end of the cohort was the very last group of people who remember life without the Internet.
Rather, we remember when Internet access was more of a novelty than a given, later a necessity. Moreover, for those of us who did gain access near the turn of the millennium, it was the end of an era.
An era where the Internet was an escape from the hassles and trauma…
Headlines have been blaring about how Google employees agreed to pay cuts to keep working remotely.
I know I’m speaking in “almost a decade of not being someone’s employee” here, but I don’t think you should give in to this if your company is enacting such a policy. Stand your ground and demand to keep the salary you initially agreed to. Stand with your co-workers and help them demand the same!