"Millenial," is a common term used to describe my peers born after the outbreak of aids and before 9/11. Graduating from high school in '05, I'm regrettably apart of the generation that everybody got a trophy, a gold star, and was told that we were, "special," whatever that meant.
Now I'm a lot of things; an artist, a body builder, a martial artist, a writer, a christian, an anarchist of sorts, but I'm definitely not a millenial. I reject that hashtag. Millenials are reported to the travail of many potential employers as narcissistic, self serving, self centered, and arrogant. All the success I have and will have, I've earned. Yes, I went to art school, but I didn't just stay home and suck on my mother's economic tit when I didn't get the job I wanted right out of school. I knew there would be a breaking in period. I moved out, I struggled, I never gave up, I conquered. I wasn't going to be another American male post college and pushing thirty still living at home. I couldn't wait to hit the world with my best shot.
You see when young people are awarded undeserved praise and egos are inflated beyond recognition, hard work loses it's appeal and value. Yes this generation, my generation, has more college education than others preceding but what have we done with it collectively? Nothing. Don't get me wrong I love the internet, Facebook, blogging, texting, sexting, and e-mailing as much as the next person but not everything in life is an instant gratification. There is a lot to be said about hard, hard work and the love of craft.