After that he bounced around—selling suits at a Nordstrom outlet, cleaning carpets, waiting tables—until he learned that city bus drivers earn an hour and get full benefits. In theory, Scott could apply for banking jobs again.
But his degree is almost eight years old and he has no relevant experience.
Every stereotype of our generation applies only to the tiniest, richest, whitest sliver of young people.
And the opportunities leading to a middle-class life—the ones that boomers lucked into—are being lifted out of our reach.
We spend money we don’t have on things we don’t need. We killed cereal and department stores and golf and napkins and lunch.
Mention “millennial” to anyone over 40 and the word “entitlement” will come back at you within seconds, our own intergenerational game of Marco Polo.
What is different about us as individuals compared to previous generations is minor.
What is different about the world around us is profound.