ALEX HENDERSON posted:

Generation gaps are nothing new. Back in the 1930s, members of the World War I generation complained bitterly about their World War II generation offspring and all the swing-dancing, noisy big bands and awful crooners they were into (many of those jitterbugging teenagers of the 1930s went on to fight the Nazis after high school and have since been called the “Greatest Generation”).

So it isn’t surprising that there are members of the baby boomer generation and Gen X who have a hard time figuring out what makes Millennials, aka Generation Y, tick. People in their 40s, 50s and 60s not understanding people in their 20s is as old as time itself. But if there is one claim about the Millennial generation that is truly absurd, it is the notion that they are entitled, spoiled and pampered. Some baby boomers and Gen-X members (especially boomers) insist that Millennials don’t want to pay their dues and expect everything handed to them on a silver platter, but Millennials on the whole are the polar opposite of entitled or spoiled.

Millennials—those born between the early 1980s and the late 1990s/early 2000s—in the United States inherited a country that is broken in many respects. From the worst economy in 80 years to a post-9/11 surveillance state to a dysfunctional healthcare system, Millennials have been given a raw deal. And fighting to get the country back on track will be an enormous task for them.

Here are 10 reasons why Millennials are the most screwed-over generation in recent history.

1. A dying middle class.

Many baby boomers and members of the Silent Generation (essentially the younger end of the World War II generation) entered the workforce at a time when there were still plenty of good-paying jobs in the United States. In the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s, a college degree practically guaranteed a job that paid a living wage, and for blue-collar workers who went to trade school, high-paying unionized jobs were not hard to come by. Gen X, however, confronted some harsh realities during the recession of the early 1990s, when many college graduates found themselves in dead-end service jobs (which was unheard of in the 1950s and 1960s). But the American economy boomed considerably in the mid- to late-1990s, and many Gen-Xers who had struggled in the early 1990s went on to prosper as the 1990s progressed (especially during Bill Clinton’s second term as president). Millennials, however, were unable to take advantage of that Clinton-era prosperity, and they entered the workforce at a time when the American middle class was in danger of extinction. Many boomers and X-ers have had their savings depleted by the economic downturn of the late 2000s and early 2010; many Millennials haven’t even had a chance to build a substantial savings.

2. The financial crash of September 2008.

The United States’ financial problems didn’t begin with the crash of September 2008. American manufacturing jobs were being exported to developing countries long before that, and the North American Free Trade Agreement of the early 1990s proved to be every bit as damaging as Ross Perot predicted it would be. But the crash of 2008 greatly accelerated the U.S.’ decline, and five years later, millions of Americans continue to suffer. The number of Americans who were poor enough to qualify for food stamps was just over 17 million in 2000; in 2013, it’s 47 million. Misleading Bureau of Labor Statistics figures claim that the unemployment rate in the U.S. fell to 7.4 percent in July 2013, but that figure excludes all the Americans who have been unemployed for so long the BLS no longer counts them as part of the workforce. In this abysmal job climate, Millennials have a hard time building a résumé because they are competing with desperate Gen-Xers and boomers who have decided that being underemployed is better than being unemployed and are willing to dumb down their résumés in the hope of finding steady, if inadequate, income.

3. Crushing student loan debt.

Millennials are graduating from high school at a time when there is a serious shortage of both good, unionized blue-collar jobs and a shortage of good, white-collar jobs. The America of the 1950s, when a blue-collar male could have a mortgage and support a wife and two kids, is a world Millennials have never known. And if Millennials go the college route in 2013, they can look forward to tuition rates that are more unaffordable than ever. But an expensive college degree won’t necessarily result in a high-paying job. Plenty of Millennials with BAs and even master’s degrees are making minimum wage in dollar stores, and minimum wage is hardly conducive to paying back a huge student loan debt. Some Millennials, inevitably, will be late making their student loan payments, thus hurting their credit scores and placing them even more behind the eight ball.

4. The broken healthcare system.

Millennials certainly weren’t the first generation of Americans to be victimized by the U.S.’ dysfunctional health insurance system. But a system that was broken in the 1980s and 1990s has gone from bad to worse: premiums have skyrocketed, medical bankruptcies are common even among those who have insurance, and the number of uninsured Americans has continued to rise (according to a study that the Commonwealth Fund conducted in 2012, 55 million Americans were without health insurance at some point last year). To make matters worse, Millennials are likely to be in low-paying service jobs that don’t offer any benefits whatsoever. And while the Affordable Care Act of 2010 is a small step in the direction of universal healthcare, it doesn’t go nearly far enough. (Robert Reich, former secretary of labor under the Clinton administration, complains that Obamacare “still leaves 20 million Americans without coverage.”)

5. The post-9/11 surveillance state.

Millennials entered adulthood after the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. Between the use of torture on political detainees at Guantanamo, the Patriot Act, warrantless wiretapping, the National Defense Authorization Act, false positives on the Terrorist Screening Center’s No-Fly List, and intrusive TSA searches at airports, Millennials have spent their adult lives in an era in which constitutional liberties are under constant attack in the name of fighting terrorism. Many Millennials are too young to remember a time when U.S. citizens didn’t need a passport to visit Mexico or Canada. But then, a lot of Millennials don’t have much of a travel budget: they’re too poor.

6. Endless war.

Post-9/11, the U.S. has been in a constant state of war. The neocon-dominated George W. Bush administration gave us the disastrous invasion of Iraq, which was one of the worst foreign policy blunders in U.S. history—and although the U.S.’ post-9/11 intervention in Afghanistan seemed to make more sense (at least initially) given the Taliban’s connection to al-Qaida, U.S. military involvement in that country became much too deep and went on much too long. Some neocons are even calling for an all-out invasion of Iran and have urged the Obama administration to attack Syria.

7. Painfully low interest rates.

Those who were adults in the 1980s and 1990s remember the days of higher interest rates, which were an excellent way to build one’s nest egg and plan for the future. Certificates of deposit were a blessing in the days of 10 percent, 11 percent or 12 percent interest; three-month or six-month CDs were a great short-term investment strategy, and for boomers and Gen-Xers who had IRAs, long-term IRA CDs made perfect sense because that was money you couldn’t touch until retirement—so why not put retirement funds in an IRA CD at 10 percent or 11 percent interest? But many Millennials have reached adulthood during a time of pathetically low interest rates. Assuming they have some extra money to invest, interest rates of less than 1 percent for a CD or money market account do little to increase one’s nest egg. Thanks to a prolonged period of ultra-low interest rates, many boomers and X-ers are going to have a hard time retiring; for Millennials, retirement prospects will be much worse.

8. Bailouts and the federal deficit.

It’s understandable that members of the Tea Party were indignant about the U.S.’ gigantic federal deficit. But the Tea Party became useful idiots for the banksters and stooges for the 1 percent when they turned their wrath on food stamp recipients and the poor instead of pointing the finger at the real culprits: Wall Street, bailouts that cost billions of dollars, corporate welfare, the military/industrial complex, the failed war on drugs and the prison/industrial complex. Millennials have spent much of their adulthood with an enormous federal deficit hanging over their heads, and they will spend much of their lives dealing with the cuts to our safety net politicians claim are necessary to diminish the deficit.

9. The George W. Bush administration.

It isn’t hard to see why George W. Bush left office in January 2009 with an approval rating of only 22 percent: he was easily the worst president boomers and Gen-X experienced in their lifetimes. Between a record federal deficit, the war in Iraq, the torture of political detainees, the eroding of constitutional liberties and the financial meltdown of 2008, the Bush years were devastating for the United States. And many Millennials, unlike boomers and Gen-X, had the misfortune of reaching adulthood either during the Bush presidency or after Bush had left behind a long list of problems for the Obama administration to deal with. Certainly, many boomers and Gen-Xers have suffered enormously because of the Bush years, but at least they had the advantage of being in the workforce before the Bush administration did so much to destroy the country.

10. Unlikely homeownership.

In the United States, banksters went from one extreme to another when it came to mortgages. During the George W. Bush years, many banksters were only too happy to give mortgages to people they knew would likely end up in foreclosure. People making only 15K or 16K were given $300,000 or $400,000 adjustable-rate mortgages with down payments of 3.5 percent or 5 percent. But now, some banks have gone to the opposite extreme and are asking for down payments of up to 30 percent or 40 percent—and good luck saving that much when the job market is abysmal and rents are skyrocketing in many places. The reality is that unless things seriously turn around, homeownership—which historically, has been a measure of middle-class life—will be out of reach for most Millennials.

http://www.salon.com/2013/09/13/10_reasons_millennials_are_screwed_partner/

HenryKrinkle posted:

Most striking of all, Millennials are more willing than their elders to challenge cherished American myths about capitalism and class. According to a 2011 Pew study, Americans under 30 are the only segment of the population to describe themselves as “have nots” rather than “haves.” They are far more likely than older Americans to say that business enjoys more control over their lives than government. And unlike older Americans, who favor capitalism over socialism by roughly 25 points, Millennials, narrowly, favor socialism.

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/09/12/the-rise-of-the-new-new-left.html

This is what happens when you give out too many participation trophies... shame on you, Entitlement Generation

TG posted:

my friend posts a bunch of salon/atlantic articles on fb about the problems facing millenials and other distinctions based on loosely defined generational categories. its pretty obviously an effort to point to systemic issues as the root of his personal problems rather than anything specific in his life but hes still not realizing that it can all be blamed on capitalism and the internal contradictions therein and not baby boomers being greedy or something

is that condescending marxist polemics? Tom is getting upset!

AmericanNazbro posted:

TG posted:

my friend posts a bunch of salon/atlantic articles on fb about the problems facing millenials and other distinctions based on loosely defined generational categories. its pretty obviously an effort to point to systemic issues as the root of his personal problems rather than anything specific in his life but hes still not realizing that it can all be blamed on capitalism and the internal contradictions therein and not baby boomers being greedy or something

is that condescending marxist polemics? Tom is getting upset!

TOM IS GETTING UPSET . . .

TG posted:

no i honestly think hes this close to grasping something but hes blaming it on something silly like the dreck in the OP instead of a materialist understanding of the conditions inherent to late capitalism

well it's an issue of class consciousness, not really anything new

TG posted:

my friend posts a bunch of salon/atlantic articles on fb about the problems facing millenials and other distinctions based on loosely defined generational categories. its pretty obviously an effort to point to systemic issues as the root of his personal problems rather than anything specific in his life but hes still not realizing that it can all be blamed on capitalism and the internal contradictions therein and not baby boomers being greedy or something

My iPhone screen lit up as I lay awake in my hotel room. I was on tour, and my band was all asleep, but for a few months I’d been texting with another musician I’ll call Florida. We spent one night together in Austin at SXSW, where we stayed up until 7 a.m. and fooled around all morning until I left, frazzled and braless, to play a daytime showcase. Since then, we’d both been on the road, and so we’d been sexting: the ever-so-intimate telegraph of modern solo jerk-offs.

“I want to tell you something,” Florida wrote. “It’s my fetish…”

“Go on,” I typed. “You can tell me. No judgement.”

“My ex-fiancée was not into it. It’s kind of weird.”

I waited for his incoming message, peeking around the room at my bandmates, half of whom were snoring. It was 4 a.m.

“If you were my girl, I wouldn’t be upset if you got with other guys and told me everything about it. Everything.”

Nowhere in my brain was there a particle that wanted to be anyone’s girl. Earlier that year my boyfriend and I had broken up, and with that, my decade-long attempt at monogamous relationships came to an end. But now, I was confident enough to be truly single. My career was going well. All I wanted to focus on was my band. No longer would I be bound to a boyfriend back home who drained me with his need for my love and attention. I was going to put myself first. I was going to live like Robert Plant: Screw whoever I wanted, when I wanted. A shameless embrace of my promiscuity. Men were just going to be these nice sidebars and no longer primary characters in my life story. Finally.

“OK,” I typed. “I’m listening.”

Florida went on about how he got off on jealousy. He liked knowing the woman he was with was sleeping around on him. The newly single part of my mind got excited. I had scored a cuckold (definition: the husband of an adulteress, often regarded as an object of derision, but in the fetish sense, cuckolds were willing). Florida wanted to watch me seduce, tease and flirt with random men. He wanted me to screw whoever I wanted when I wanted, and explicitly detail my sex life. As someone who had always struggled with infidelity, I felt as though I had hit the jackpot.

I have cheated on every single boyfriend I have ever had. I used to think it was because I never truly loved any of them, but now I realize it was more about the reality of my ego and confidence. I am a flirt by nature. I seek attention from both sexes. When I was 15, my Aunt Marissa gave me a novel called “Cheat” about a British woman who had seven sexual relationships going at once, with both men and women. I always wanted that. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to be the one who got to do whatever I wanted while my partner stayed obedient and faithful to me.

My one downfall was jealousy. I was not good at sharing my partner with others, which is why I would only guest star in three-ways and resorted to cheating instead of an open relationship. I wanted my partner to be faithful to me while I could get my kicks elsewhere. It was completely unfair, ludicrous and selfish. But here was Florida, handing me my twisted dream on a silver platter.

“I am so into this,” I typed to Florida.

“Tell me something now,” he pressed. “Something that will make me jealous.”

I thought for a minute.

“There’s this big construction worker type with a huge cock,” I wrote. I told him I’d had sex with the guy the last time I was home for a friend’s wedding. “After the party, I made him carry two vases of flowers and my shoes while we caught a cab. I also made him pay for that. We got to my house, we did a bunch of coke that he bought, then we fucked for hours. He fisted me until I cried. I thought about you occasionally but it didn’t last because he is better than you.”

“This is so hot,” Florida responded. I imagined him trying to masturbate while typing on his shitty phone and laughed a little.

This was too easy.

——

At first Florida’s cuckold fetish was an exciting form of entertainment. I was bored on tour, and having this man who desperately wanted to know all the details of my sexual encounters was funny. I was into the power thing. I was in charge.

Plus, it propelled me to shamelessly go after whoever I wanted to sleep with. As much as I always played the hardass, I was a black hole of need. That’s true of anyone who seeks so much validation from others. Performing for Florida felt good. His fetish gave me a new backbone for my confidence. I wanted Florida to praise me for my slutty decisions, and he was more than happy to comply.

Every night, I’d text him little stories, sometimes exaggerated for his satisfaction. I detailed weird meet-ups with rising rappers and told Florida about every man I screwed or who even showed interest in me. And every morning I’d wake up to his drooling response. Normally sexting was a frustrating form of communication, but with Florida I got to have my cake and eat it too.

—-

Finally, we met in the same room. I was in Manhattan again, and after my show at the Bowery Ballroom, Florida and I hopped in a cab and headed to the hotel he had booked. Armed with three bottles of wine and two months worth of build-up through our text messages, I was charged up for the sex of a lifetime.

But that’s not what happened.

A transgender porn star named Riley Kilo (who became famous when she appeared on an episode of TLC’s “My Strange Addiction” for dressing like a baby and diaper play) once simplified the psychology of fetishes for me: “A kink is a thrill, and a fetish is a must,” she told me.

Florida’s fetish completely took over in our hotel room. We could not just have sex. I had to be constantly coaxing him along, talking dirty about all the men I had slept with as he vocalized how bad he wanted to hide in the corner and watch me with other guys. The voyeurism of his fetish got to me. It was creepy.

Suddenly, I did not have control of the situation anymore. My pleasure took a back seat to his fetish. I had to talk and talk and talk and make sure that he was completely immersed in the cuckold delusion. But I only had so many stories to tell, and I was getting exhausted. I wanted someone to like me back normally, without the performance, and I began to feel drained, like a whore puppet, completely without agency and restricted by the boundaries of his desires.

It was my mistake. Truthfully, I was only in it for the power. I was pretending to be into the cuckold thing because I had convinced myself it was part of my mission. To be Robert Plant. To be that woman in the book my aunt gave me when I was 15. I thought that being with a cuckold would give me sexual freedom, but instead, I was trapped.

There’s nothing wrong with having a fetish, but there is something wrong when your partner’s desires do not align with your own. If a fetish is a must, then it’s also a must to admit when just you can’t go there. Sex should be satisfying. It’s a balance of pleasure. It was not Florida’s fault. He was just trying to get his.

Florida and I eventually drifted apart. I think he actually got back together with his ex-fiancée. Every once and a while he will text me. “You are my equal. You get me sexually.” I don’t have the stones to tell him the truth. That I’m just a normal woman who wants to have sex the way she likes it and doesn’t want to fake anything at all.

peepaw posted:

My iPhone screen lit up as I lay awake in my hotel room. I was on tour, and my band was all asleep, but for a few months I’d been texting with another musician I’ll call Florida. We spent one night together in Austin at SXSW, where we stayed up until 7 a.m. and fooled around all morning until I left, frazzled and braless, to play a daytime showcase. Since then, we’d both been on the road, and so we’d been sexting: the ever-so-intimate telegraph of modern solo jerk-offs.

“I want to tell you something,” Florida wrote. “It’s my fetish…”

“Go on,” I typed. “You can tell me. No judgement.”

“My ex-fiancée was not into it. It’s kind of weird.”

I waited for his incoming message, peeking around the room at my bandmates, half of whom were snoring. It was 4 a.m.

“If you were my girl, I wouldn’t be upset if you got with other guys and told me everything about it. Everything.”

Nowhere in my brain was there a particle that wanted to be anyone’s girl. Earlier that year my boyfriend and I had broken up, and with that, my decade-long attempt at monogamous relationships came to an end. But now, I was confident enough to be truly single. My career was going well. All I wanted to focus on was my band. No longer would I be bound to a boyfriend back home who drained me with his need for my love and attention. I was going to put myself first. I was going to live like Robert Plant: Screw whoever I wanted, when I wanted. A shameless embrace of my promiscuity. Men were just going to be these nice sidebars and no longer primary characters in my life story. Finally.

“OK,” I typed. “I’m listening.”

Florida went on about how he got off on jealousy. He liked knowing the woman he was with was sleeping around on him. The newly single part of my mind got excited. I had scored a cuckold (definition: the husband of an adulteress, often regarded as an object of derision, but in the fetish sense, cuckolds were willing). Florida wanted to watch me seduce, tease and flirt with random men. He wanted me to screw whoever I wanted when I wanted, and explicitly detail my sex life. As someone who had always struggled with infidelity, I felt as though I had hit the jackpot.

I have cheated on every single boyfriend I have ever had. I used to think it was because I never truly loved any of them, but now I realize it was more about the reality of my ego and confidence. I am a flirt by nature. I seek attention from both sexes. When I was 15, my Aunt Marissa gave me a novel called “Cheat” about a British woman who had seven sexual relationships going at once, with both men and women. I always wanted that. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to be the one who got to do whatever I wanted while my partner stayed obedient and faithful to me.

My one downfall was jealousy. I was not good at sharing my partner with others, which is why I would only guest star in three-ways and resorted to cheating instead of an open relationship. I wanted my partner to be faithful to me while I could get my kicks elsewhere. It was completely unfair, ludicrous and selfish. But here was Florida, handing me my twisted dream on a silver platter.

“I am so into this,” I typed to Florida.

“Tell me something now,” he pressed. “Something that will make me jealous.”

I thought for a minute.

“There’s this big construction worker type with a huge cock,” I wrote. I told him I’d had sex with the guy the last time I was home for a friend’s wedding. “After the party, I made him carry two vases of flowers and my shoes while we caught a cab. I also made him pay for that. We got to my house, we did a bunch of coke that he bought, then we fucked for hours. He fisted me until I cried. I thought about you occasionally but it didn’t last because he is better than you.”

“This is so hot,” Florida responded. I imagined him trying to masturbate while typing on his shitty phone and laughed a little.

This was too easy.

——

At first Florida’s cuckold fetish was an exciting form of entertainment. I was bored on tour, and having this man who desperately wanted to know all the details of my sexual encounters was funny. I was into the power thing. I was in charge.

Plus, it propelled me to shamelessly go after whoever I wanted to sleep with. As much as I always played the hardass, I was a black hole of need. That’s true of anyone who seeks so much validation from others. Performing for Florida felt good. His fetish gave me a new backbone for my confidence. I wanted Florida to praise me for my slutty decisions, and he was more than happy to comply.

Every night, I’d text him little stories, sometimes exaggerated for his satisfaction. I detailed weird meet-ups with rising rappers and told Florida about every man I screwed or who even showed interest in me. And every morning I’d wake up to his drooling response. Normally sexting was a frustrating form of communication, but with Florida I got to have my cake and eat it too.

—-

Finally, we met in the same room. I was in Manhattan again, and after my show at the Bowery Ballroom, Florida and I hopped in a cab and headed to the hotel he had booked. Armed with three bottles of wine and two months worth of build-up through our text messages, I was charged up for the sex of a lifetime.

But that’s not what happened.

A transgender porn star named Riley Kilo (who became famous when she appeared on an episode of TLC’s “My Strange Addiction” for dressing like a baby and diaper play) once simplified the psychology of fetishes for me: “A kink is a thrill, and a fetish is a must,” she told me.

Florida’s fetish completely took over in our hotel room. We could not just have sex. I had to be constantly coaxing him along, talking dirty about all the men I had slept with as he vocalized how bad he wanted to hide in the corner and watch me with other guys. The voyeurism of his fetish got to me. It was creepy.

Suddenly, I did not have control of the situation anymore. My pleasure took a back seat to his fetish. I had to talk and talk and talk and make sure that he was completely immersed in the cuckold delusion. But I only had so many stories to tell, and I was getting exhausted. I wanted someone to like me back normally, without the performance, and I began to feel drained, like a whore puppet, completely without agency and restricted by the boundaries of his desires.

It was my mistake. Truthfully, I was only in it for the power. I was pretending to be into the cuckold thing because I had convinced myself it was part of my mission. To be Robert Plant. To be that woman in the book my aunt gave me when I was 15. I thought that being with a cuckold would give me sexual freedom, but instead, I was trapped.

There’s nothing wrong with having a fetish, but there is something wrong when your partner’s desires do not align with your own. If a fetish is a must, then it’s also a must to admit when just you can’t go there. Sex should be satisfying. It’s a balance of pleasure. It was not Florida’s fault. He was just trying to get his.

Florida and I eventually drifted apart. I think he actually got back together with his ex-fiancée. Every once and a while he will text me. “You are my equal. You get me sexually.” I don’t have the stones to tell him the truth. That I’m just a normal woman who wants to have sex the way she likes it and doesn’t want to fake anything at all.

im sure ill be crucified for saying it, but this girl needs God in her life

EmanuelaOrlandi posted:

im sure ill be crucified for saying it, but this girl needs God in her life

good to see you finally care about crucifixions. islam is passe anyway.

conec posted:

Diaper when capitalized refers to the lifestyle but lowercase diaper simply means a diap

the capitalization makes it seem more like a verb, Diaper meaning "to diap", or alternatively, "one who diaps"