I've begun to lose track of how many times "my generation" has been labeled as "millennials." It's a fairly generic word in the English vocabulary meant to classify those born between 1981-2001, or at least it used to be. Today it is grouped with certain characteristics. According to
businessdictionary.com, millennials are “more
likely to lean liberal in their political ideology, less likely to
practice religion than previous generations, and grew up in the age of
technology and therefore are very versed in technology.” This makes
sense to a degree, given the changing technological and political
landscapes.
Our
parents didn’t grow up with Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. They
didn’t interact through a screen with people on a daily basis whom they
might never actually meet
in person. They also grew up in a time period where it was not yet
possible to elect an African American president or believe that a woman
could run for office. Does that somehow make them naïve or
close-minded? No, it doesn’t because climates change. Labels
change. Even laws change. So why then did the term “millennial”
become so negative? When did it become associated with laziness and
entitlement?
We
are the age of social media, glued to our phones 24/7 as some would
say, lost in our own self-absorption to not care about what’s going on
in the real world. We’re more
likely to be sipping lattes at a coffee house then reading a book. Or
are we?
Our
generation is also more likely to have student loan debt and not be
working in the career we thought we’d be in after earning our college
degrees. I will probably be
82 before I finish paying off my loans but that’s how it is. It
doesn’t make me entitled. It has opened my eyes to the realization that
I must continue to find new ways of creating and defining myself.
Who
created these stereotypes? Society. You know what I have to say to
society? Look at me. I worked my butt off to get to where I am today.
I didn’t get that “dream
job” out of college, but I did get a job and worked my way up, all the
while realizing that my job will never define me.
Labels come in all shapes and sizes, but what really matters is how
you choose to define yourself. I may not be perfect, or
have all the answers to whatever life throws in my direction but my path
is not yet clearly defined. And that’s the way I like it. I’m
thankful for the experiences that I’ve gone through
(and believe me, there have been my fair share of crappy ones) but one
thing I am not is someone who will be put down by what others perceive
me to be.
Yes
I love my Starbucks, I probably couldn’t go a day without reaching for
my phone, but so what? I’m still learning that inspiration comes in
many ways, some days are
better than others, and I have yet to discover the meaning of life.
But one day I’ll be sitting in my rocker blasting Backstreet Boys, or
maybe watching Apollo 13 for the zillionth time, going, “I got it
right.” I didn’t change myself to conform to what
other people wanted me to be. I was myself.
So the next time someone rolls their eyes at you and says, “Oh, you’re such a millennial,” fire back and say, “Why, yes I am,” with your head held high as you sip from your fat free, sugar free, caramel macchiato.