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We ruin everything, apparently

So really, I just got curious.

Why does everyone think my generation is ruining absolutely everything?                  What exactly did we, as millennials, destroy for the rest of society?

Can we truly ruin anything if literally all we do is attend an overpriced college, go out to bars, and then work 40+ hours a week for minimum wage just to try to pay back our loans and eat food and live in an up-to-code very humble abode?

Cue the family get togethers, where I am always hit with an “oh when are you moving out?” or “oh, you don’t have a boyfriend?” or the best one: “you’re moving back to your hometown once you finish school, right?”

Uhm, no, Susan, right now I’m pretty focused on not being in debt for the rest of my life?  And also maybe keeping some of my civil rights?  And also finishing my education?  And maybe travelling because once I start my career I’ll probably never be able to retire?

For reference, to be considered a millennial you would have been born between 1981 and 1996 (currently ages 22 to 37) — so really, I’m the very tail end of it; I’m talking 2 weeks away from being a ’97 kid.  But by the way they are being judged, I’d rather be a Millennial than a Gen Z.  Plus, the years vary slightly depending on where you look for the information, but this is a pretty good range to go by.

Here are just a couple dozen article headlines that lay out what my generation has, in fact, killed: (and my initial reactions to some of them)

How Millennials Ended the Running Boom (2016)

Millennials are killing gyms, too (2016)

How hipster millennials are killing the Big Mac (2016)

“Promiscuous” Millennials are Killing McDonald’s (2014)

Millennials are killing chains like BWW and Applebee’s (2017)

(because we run out of money and can only afford take out)

Millennials are killing the beer industry (2017)

Now millennials are killing marmalade (2017)

Did Millennials Kill the 9-5 Workday, or Just Point Out it’s Dead (2016)

(actually, Meghan, I work 7-4 + overtime)

Have Millennials Killed Serendipity? (2017)

Millennials are killing the dinner date (2016)

Millennials are killing relationships and we should be concerned (2015)

Why aren’t millennials having sex? (2016)

(you clearly haven’t visited a college campus, or bars, or clubs, or copy rooms recently)

Here’s How Millennials Have Killed Crowdfunding (2016)

(you sure? Remember the time we started a funding page for KYLIE JENNER)

Did Millennials Ruin the Olympics? (2016)

Millennials are Killing Lunch

(this is actually a 51-second video)

Millennials have officially ruined brunch (2017)

(excuse me do you guys think we don’t LOVE food??)

Millennials aren’t eating cereal because it’s too much work (2016)

(sorry but I can’t eat that in the car while I’m rushing to work late because I stopped for Starbucks)

Well done millennials – you’ve officially ruined handshakes for everyone (2016)

(I’ve always been more of a hug person anyway)

Millennials are killing the napkin industry (2016)

Have Millennials Killed Hotel Loyalty Programs?

Millennials are allegedly ruining hotels for every other generation (2016)

(at least this one gives us ‘allegedly’)

Millennials are Killing Department Stores

(another video! but really – help me, I’m poor)

Did millennials kill the hangout sitcom? (2018)

(for the record, F-R-I-E-N-D-S is my favorite show)

Millennials Are Destroying The Next Generation and It’s Ruining America (2017)

(that’s just… wow …harsh)

Are Millennials Killing the Car Industry? (2018)


Why are Millennials Killing Their Bosses? (2015)

(I’m sorry but all I can imagine here is Charlie Day saying “no one’s going to pay you to be a husband, unless you marry Oprah.”)

(and if you don’t understand that joke we can no longer be friends, sorry)

Millennials’ Wanderlust is Killing the Canadian Tourism Industry (2016)

(don’t they just have waterfalls and maple syrup, anyway?)

Millennials are Killing America: Part 1 (2016)

(this was published in 2016 and I am still unsure where part 2 is)

Millennials don’t like motorcycles, and that’s killing Harley’s sales (2017)

(ya’ll are the ones who told us they’re dangerous, you know)

And, my personal favorite:

How Millennials (Almost) Killed the Wine Cork (2016)


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So, there ya have it.

People think we ruined it all.  From McDonalds to hotels, gyms to marmalade, I can’t really go anywhere or do anything without being judged or questioned simply because of the year I was born.

If you’re really that upset about us eating avocado toast why don’t you just go buy them all so we can’t, sound good?

Plus, aren’t you the ones who created us a couple decades ago?…

Please, just leave us be.  All we want is to feel like we just might be able to retire someday.

And remember, these are just a few handfuls of headlines I pulled from Google.  If you want more, trust me, there are more.

An Open Letter To the First Person To Fire Me

it started with the words – with all due respect

I know I am not a perfect human. In fact, most days I can be resentful, fiercely independent, and act in uncontainable ways that then haunt me long after they should. I understand that some people believe in forgiveness, but for many things I have done – big and small – I hold on to them as reminders of a person I never wanted to be. I believe in asking for forgiveness, but I prefer to ask for permission first – this is how I have always been at work.

Personally, I have never had an issue with respect. My bosses, my supervisors, I have always known the chain of command and how to follow it – but to that same end, respect is earned and it needs to be mutual for a business to work properly. That being said, disrespect is something I do not tolerate when I have earned the opposite. It took me too long to know my worth and know it shouldn’t be questioned or overlooked – so when it was, I acted in a way that was respectful, but demanded answers in a way that no one before me had dared to.

i do not regret being my own advocate

I value myself a thoughtful person, but back in the beginning of this year, after working myself ragged for an employer who did not know my worth, I played my  hand and lost.

Before February I had never been dismissed from a position. In my lifetime I have worked countless jobs, constantly doubted myself, thought of occasions where I didn’t deserved to be dismissed but was disappointed in myself and thought I should be – and through it all I kept working, kept striving to be better, kept improving and then – my streak ended.

If I am being completely honest, I kind of appreciate failure. I like the lessons it gives me, and the lasting feeling that I have to do better than before. If I am being completely honest – I love failing once, because it means that I will never let it happen again.

to the poet, educator, boss, and executioner that allowed me to realize what my skills are truly worth. thank you.

The reason I write this to you all today is because the other day my past came up in a conversation about someone’s present. You see she now holds a position I used to, and like me she was not trained and she now knows the weight all of us have bore.

It isn’t an easy job – but I picked my replacement wisely. It wasn’t an easy exit, I lost a lot of friends – But I did what I did because I knew I could do better, and I knew we were going no where fast if we continued the way we were going. Unlike a lot of people who may not understand this [understand what I did] I knew the risk of hitting send, and I nailed my coffin accordingly.

looking back

Despite popular opinion, I loved my job. I loved the torment of formatting, the pain of wordsmithing, and more than anything I loved designing – covers, websites, social media and more. I loved being in control of something with so much potential because no one around me knew about it.

I put hours, countless hours into designing, playing with techniques, making a product from nothing [while at other jobs], networking and [regrettably] sending emails from behind the wheel, restaurants, the dinner table, you name it.

and yet after all this I was asked to step down – not for being incapable, not for missing a deadline, not for hurting the image of the business, but because I asserted myself from the corner I was backed into. And none of it was legal – but it also wasn’t worth the fight or the fallout.

how did something so wrong allow me to feel so right??

Well, the day before I was asked to step down [sorry not asked, demanded] I sat in front of my employer who told me to sit down, be quiet and listen. Anybody who knows me knows how hard that blow hit. I was so excited about what I was doing, how could I not have so many ideas, so many plans? I talked fast but only because I was passionate, and to me that wasn’t wrong it was a benefit of someone who loved her job.

It didn’t matter.

And while most would be mad about that moment, for me it was a catalyst – it started the gears in my head. That day I was ready to conquer all of my plans. Then advice came – advice that didn’t read like advice and I cracked. I knew the trust was not there, the respect was not there, I knew I was meant to be a lap dog – but I am no lap dog.

Long story short I was fired days later [told to step down] and while at first I was utterly crushed. While I walked out of that room broken for more reason than one. I COULDNT BE MORE GRATEFUL FOR THAT DAY.

thank you

I think it benefits everyone to lose a job they love – to lose one thing they love – because it teaches value. That day I learned my own value, the value of my skills, and honestly, I would not be where I am today without that time I got fired.

So to the first person to fire me, I am sorry – because I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough for not only teaching me what I am worth – but for setting me free to do and continue to do what I have always known myself to be capable of.