If you haven’t already surmised, I hate being a “millennial.” I think it’s an unfair lumping that I had absolutely no choice over. The rest of my siblings are not part of this Generation Y, so why am I? Really, mom and dad! REALLY?
I mean, because my best friend for pretty much all thirty years of my life is 13 years older than me (i.e. my sis), it’s natural that I would act, know about, and be interested in things that people of my generation just don’t have the institutional memory of. Their parents are, like, my sister’s age! Kidding, Baajoonoos! You are ageless <3
But it’s not just my musical interests and insane knowledge of ’80s and early ’90s pop-culture that reinforces my oddity compared to people my age, it’s also the social media culture in which we live. I feel that if you were born in the ’70s or earlier (perhaps even early ’80s), you can claim ignorance and still function and be acknowledged as a normal human being. I was discussing this with a friend of mine a few weeks ago – she’s older and also not on social media – and she reinforced what I already guessed to be true: that my generation really can’t get around social media without being considered a pariah. It’s not just socially either; it affects your professional life, as well! I may be a bit odd, but I still gots to eat like everyone else!
I’ve been a pariah for a good chunk of my adolescence and early adulthood. I only rejoined Facebook after 5 years of being off it because I handle my work’s social media accounts. It’s not my work’s fault that I am privy to these online arguments between public figures I “follow” or have the privilege of reading comments essentially stating that not liking something that has a million hits somehow makes you a bigot. Does no one have an appreciation for decency or aesthetics anymore?
Social media is like a gateway drug. Okay, that’s harsh. It’s more like sugar. Once you get it, you can’t stop (me, anyway – I don’t understand you “savoury” people). And I literally have to pause to stop myself from making some banal “status update” that no one cares about… because I am not a public figure or even close to it.
I am aware that in this day and age, one only need make a controversial comment or decision and then BAM, you’re as famous as Emeril (or as famous as he used to be).
Still, I hold on to the foolish belief that if I ever become famous it’s because I achieved world peace.
P.S. My blog is my status update.