Thursday, August 19, 2010

All This 20-Something Bullsh*t Annoys the Hell Out of Me

At least two of my friends have sent me articles about the crisis of the 20-something, so, of course, I made a list of my grievances:

1. None of these articles were written by 20-somethings, or in conjunction with them, so basically you're writing about us as if we're not there. If you don't let us participate, we can't. 
2. Just because we're not the same kind of adult as you are doesn't mean we're not adults at all.
3. There are apparently five milestone markers for adulthood:  completing school, leaving home, being financially independent, marrying, and having a child.  And since we don't do those things, they're questioning our adulthood rather than the adulthood milestones.  People.  Learn what a premise is, and learn to check it for validity.
4.  The reasons I have thought about moving home have very little to do with my finances, and everything to do with wanting to be a part of a family, for real, and not on the internet.  I went to school across the country, and most of my closest friends live in different cities; our society is totally transient because it's so easy to move and travel.  And jobs aren't something you keep for a lifetime, now--but family is.
5. And on that note, this is the sentence that made me annoyed enough to write this: "With life spans stretching into the ninth decade, is it better for young people to experiment in their 20s before making choices they’ll have to live with for more than half a century?"  Guess what?  Life doesn't work that way, and the fact that you insist it does is what makes us terrified and unable to commit!  We can do anything we want, for however long we want, and a commitment doesn't have to mean fifty years.  PLEASE DON'T EVER SAY THAT  SH*T AGAIN!!!!!!!! And aside from me just denying it, that's not how the workforce works these days--we can't count on pensions and we can't count on committing to a company for fifty years.  That would be stupidity.  Our skills are the only real assets we have.  And based on how you all really fucked up your marriages, our observations tell us that marriages don't last that long either.  But family does.  My parents are my parents forever.
6. I'm sorry we're digging into your pocketbooks. I really am.  But you are the ones who taught us that there are more important things than money, and that we should feel fulfilled and happy.  So we are trying to do that.  You wanted us to have it better than you did; we saw what you gave up for us, and we want to give it back to you, and to take advantage of our opportunities.  Please stop criticizing us for wanting something better than a balanced checkbook, or making a half-century commitment to a company like Enron.  There is a good reason for wanting a job with meaning, that does something more than make money--pull your heads out of your asses and look around you!
7.  You went through this, too.  We see the problems with your choices and want to better them--just like you did with your parents.  We have a black president now, because of you all.  We don't blindly support wars anymore, nor feel afraid to voice opposition, because of you all.  Women make more money and have more opportunities than they ever did before--because of you.  So we're going to do it even better.  Now please shut up.

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