#millennial life

[the-anastasia]

Me: kids these days are into some really weird stuff.

Also me:

[mbrainspaz]

Adulthood is just discovering increasingly more obscure filters that needed to be changed out several years ago until you die.

[denowylie]

🎶Gimme gimme a man after midnight 🎶

I'm going to bed at 9, wtf do you mean after midnight, absolutely not.

[capybarasatwork]

Single Panel:

[thehmn]

I was asked to provide a drawing of myself for a convention thing so here’s me living the Millennial life; no fancy job, living with a housemate and choosing pets over children, and honestly? I managed to make a single cucumber grow in my tiny garden this year, my dogs watched in confusion as I harvested it, I chopped it into big chunks and shared it with them and my housemate and life ain’t half bad.

[brasskingfisher]

Millenial life in the 21st century

I keep seeing stuff about how gen z have doxxed and attacked SCOTUS over their overturning of roe vs. wade and stuff critising millennials for not doing more by comparison, but speaking as a left wing millennial, we're tired and disillusioned. We've been fighting battles over all this bullshit like climate change, equality, disenfranchisement and rights for over a decade, and have nothing to show for it. Not because we haven't tried or that we've been ignored but things have kept changing and we're now running on empty, and we've nothing left to give now.

We care about these things and tried to change them, but the system was rigged against us, and then when we began to make headway the system was changed to stop us making any more progress. For you young people, disappointment and frustration over climate collapse and getting stuck in poverty has always been there, but for us it wasn't. Most of us were your age when things started going to shit. We thought that we would be able to climb the ladder and then improve things for those who came after us so they didn't have to struggle.

But then, just as we were beginning to climb, the bastards at the top destroyed the ladder and when we complained about it, insisted that there had never been a ladder in the first place. We've spent most of our adult lives trying to build our own ladders, only to have them pushed away repeatedly. Now, the whole exercise just seems pointless. We've tried time and time again without success, so why should we try again?

We want to be hopeful and many of us hope to see you young people bring the bastards down, and we'll will be right there alongside you cheering as the tumbrel passes, but after expending so much time and effort for so little gain, we just expect you guys to be cast back down as well.

[icarus-suraki]

All right, I gotta: Cake, “The Distance”

Back in the 90s, the local radio station, which normally played Top 40 pop music, would play Weird Shit at night, starting at about 9pm. This was before Clear Channel (or whatever they call themselves now) bought up all the radio stations and standardized their playlists. This was back when DJs could do stuff and get fined by the FCC for streaking and stuff.

So, anyway, it’s 1996, I’m in 9th grade, and everything sucks. But I can listen to the radio on the Walkman I commandeered from my dad. And among the songs that are played late at night (”Dream” by Forest for the Trees, tons of “alternative” stuff now considered classics or deep cuts, Oingo Boingo), was this little number. 

Y’all. I was obsessed with this song. I loved it. I got so stoked if I heard it come on. It was even better when I caught it at the beginning. 

But I did not know the name. The DJs never said it. And this was 1996 and the internet wasn’t what it is today. I had no idea what the fuck this song was--I only knew that I loved it and I had it memorized so I could keep it in my head.

Finally, after months of wondering what the hell this song was, the DJ finally said the name: “The Distance” by Cake. I was so excited to finally know that I scrawled it as fast as I could on some scrap of paper and hoped I wouldn’t lose it.

I had a B&N gift certificate from Christmas and, the next time my family went to B&N, yes I ordered that album on CD (of course). It took a couple of weeks to come in (welcome to the 90s) but yes, finally, finally I had a copy of my favorite song. The bass, the horns, the weird lyrics about a car race...mine! At last!

So that post? About “reluctantly crouched at the starting line”? You’d better believe I didn’t just read that, I heard that in my head.

[sner2000]

And I still wonder. I mean, I could look it up, but I’d probably forget it immediately.