November 19th, 2013,
‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary
Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’
Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid.
Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’
Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification
Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists.
A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover
Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it.
We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image.
Everything is about us.
With the addition of every word to the dictionary,
‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’,
The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves,
And we should, they tell us, weep,
We should weep because we are entitled,
Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram,
Because this is the generation that will one day run the world,
And for that, we should weep,
Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’.
Let me tell you something.
Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION,
MY GENERATION reports higher levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation,
15% more of US than YOU will go to university,
But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school,
MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt.
58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight,
95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION,
And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough,
That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled,
And anything we do to be financially successful,
Or less stressed,
Or beautiful, god dammit,
Is in vain.
So pick up your phone,
Pick your favourite filter,
And take a goddamn selfie.
You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.
—  My poem, ‘Hashtag Selfie’.

We have been called “a lost generation…[not] giving birth to anything new” and “too quiet, too online.” In fact the opposite is true. There is a deafening roar in cyberspace. If a presidential election can be won through the support of an online movement, if articles and ideas can reach tens of millions of people overnight, and create a four-thousand person discussion, if YouTube can receive 200,000 new videos a day, then being “too quiet” and “too online” is the opinion of someone who doesn’t understand what it means to be online. Not creating anything new and not being loud enough are not our problems. So why the disrespect from the famous 60s generation? Because we aren’t doing what they want us to do.

Most of us were born after the end of the Cold War or were too young to remember it. The political climate we grew up in was one of supreme hypocrisy. One President nearly got impeached for a superficial sex scandal and then another later broke international laws to preemptively start a war without UN support and was re-elected to serve 2 full terms without so much as a breath of legal retribution.

The problem my generation faces is inheriting a world that baffles us: a world of hypocrisy and crisis; a world on the brink of collapse yet at the height of human civilization.

Imagine for a moment being one of us. Taught in school that all people are created equal, that all countries are sovereign, that freedom, democracy, and capitalism are embraced by all people and nations because they are ultimate ideals that allow us to prosper and live as we choose in the pursuit of happiness. Old enough to read the New York Times online and blog on Huffington Post, we see a very different world. Equality? Not for the poor, not for LGBT. Capitalism? It appears to have been a house of cards recklessly constructed by greed for the benefit of a few. Sovereignty? Not for resource-poor or oil-rich countries. Ideals? Not for the media or our political and business leaders.

Now we must navigate a world where a concentration of power, wealth, and media often conflicts with every ideal the Western world is supposed to stand for. If you think we are too quiet and too online you should consider that we have two choices. One, to accept the values we were taught to believe in and totally redefine and reconstruct the way our government/economy/society works so that these ideals match reality. Or two, to accept the world we live in and think up a new set of values to justify our lives.

I think understand why Robin Williams’ death is hitting us all so hard.

He played these legendary, larger than life characters like the Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire and Peter Pan.

There was never a time in our lives when he wasn’t on our TV screens and in the theaters.

But even though he has physically left this earth, he isn’t gone. As long as we keep watching his films and introduce his work to the next generation, he will always be making the world laugh.

My mom asked me what I wanted to be when I’m older all I said was happy and she looked at me in an odd way. Like for real, is that not good enough, I don’t want a shitty job in some scummy office with asshole coworkers, do you know how sad that would be? I think that our generation are gonna change the way things work, change the world, not sure how but I believe we can do it.

You are of the test taking generation. You were taught that there were correct answers and that you only had to learn them and memorize them in order to succeed. This has bled over into your everyday life and made you think that everything you say and do has either a right answer or wrong answer and that’s just not true.
—  something one of my teachers said to me that I can’t seem to forget
I am a millennial. Generation Y, born between the birth of aids and 9/11, give or take. they call us the global generation. we are known for our entitlement and narcissism. some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. but it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering.
—  American Horror Story.
Generation Y are everything you feared. They’re everything your worst nightmares conjured up. They’re lazy, apathetic, unoriginal, scared of innovation, scared of difference, just plain scared. They binge drink. The confuse sex for intimacy. They definitely couldn’t tell you the capital cities of more than five countries. And they really think that Justin Bieber is the Second Coming. Only fifty per cent of Generation Y own more than two books and, yes, they listen to music, but they download it from the internet because content is free, yo. Want, take, have is their battle cry. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my generation and my generation is royally screwed up.
—  Sarra Manning, Adorkable
Could It Be? Millennials Are The New Generation Of Hippies, But With Better Weed

The Beatles are as popular as ever, Volkswagen vans are back in, and hippies have just become hipsters. Black rights have become gay rights, women’s liberation is now Jezebel, and Vietnam is Iraq. LSD goes by acid, ecstasy is called Molly, and bud is still very much bud.

Carol King goes by Lana Del Ray, Janis Joplin is known as Amy Winehouse, and John Mayer likes to think he’s Bob Dylan. Woodstock is Coachella, Burning Man and Bonnaroo. Vinyl are still vinyl and record stores are what is now Urban Outfitters. And JFK is most definitely Obama.

It’s time we stopped talking about the 60s as the golden years of America because, as your history teacher once poignantly explained, history is cyclical. My fellow Millennials, we are very much the generation of the flower power.

It’s a time of rock and roll, drugs and freedom of expression. It’s defying our parents’ idea of a “real” job, inhabiting dirty studio apartments and attending festivals by the sea. It’s parkas made from alpaca wool, kale chips and lots of cocaine. It’s the fucking 60s, man!

With the recent insurgence of weed legalization, I can’t help myself from constantly comparing Generation-Y to the generation of the hippie. It’s a time of massive change and revolution in our country, with weed just becoming a large metaphor, like the pink and blue peace sign on your grandparents’ Volvo.

We are the new free spirits, the new lovers, the new revolutionaries. We are the children of the herb, the sisters of the ganja and the brothers of the pipe. We are just passionate kids with an idea of living life another way.

We’ve defied almost everything our parents told us, protesting the right winged conservatives and fat cat Wall Street capitalists. We’ve marched for gay rights and petitioned for the deportation of Justin Bieber. But most importantly, we made weed legal.

No other generation has had the power, wherewithal, or numbers in pot smokers. We’ve pushed for change, for legalization, for acceptance. Sometimes I wonder, though, how will we end up?

We know how our parents ended up: straight-laced, stubborn, narrow-minded and seemingly unhappy. The Baby Boomers seem to defy anything that remotely inspires creativity and a different view. They ignore what they don’t know and hate what they can’t understand. But we will be different.

We’ll be a culture founded on art, love and music. We won’t be biased against sexual preference, skin color or nationality. We won’t start wars or throw bombs. We won’t kick people out for wearing turbans or living in Palestine. We won’t have half our generation’s marriages end up in divorce.

We will welcome adversity, share spliffs with our brothers and sisters and talk about making the world a better place. Because at the end of the day, we can’t possibly fuck it up any worse than they did.

Written By: Lauren Martin


Child of the 90s | Internet Explorer

I’m not a big fan of IE but I love this commercial and it actually got me a little misty. 

We are 10 young journalists. Our skills are a little rough around the edges, but we have new perspectives to offer. We have 10 different backgrounds, have lived in 18 countries (not on gap yahs) and speak 10 languages.

Aside from student debt, what do we have in common? We are all members of Generation Y


Tomorrow, the Guardian hands over control of its features content to 10 young trainee journalists. Look out for #G2GenY on your dash. 

Read the manifesto in full


Those of us who do not fit comfortably into either Generation X or Millennials have been discussing this issue, which in turn raised the question of whatever happened to “Generation Y”?  Wasn’t that supposed to be a thing?

It was… and then it just didn’t happen.  Like Betamax.

So based on my determination of the effective lifespan of Betamax, from its introduction in 1975 to its clear failure to capture significant market share by 1984, I HAVE SOLVED FOR GENERATION Y.

If you were born between 1977 and 1986, you are a member of Generation Y: The Dead-End Format Generation.

(Gen Y members may claim dual membership in Gen X or Millennials at their discretion.  Offer also extended to anyone born into a household with a Betamax player prior to 1977 or after 1986.)