There exists a prevailing notion that Millennials in general are boring. As a member, myself, of the generation born between 1980 and 2000, I can attest that this belief is for the most part true.
People – myself included – love to criticize Millennials, to the point that the term “Millennial” has become a belittling term, though, if you prefer, you can refer to us with the less-than-flattering moniker of “Generation Me.”
Ben Shapiro declared in Breitbart that Millennials are “the worst generation.” A Washington Post article on “Five really good reasons to hate millennials” said, “The Millennial hit-piece has practically become a literary genre unto itself.”
We get it, no one likes us. In all the mud-slinging I’ve seen done at our expense, though, I have yet to see anyone come clean about what (or who) made us this way. I have a theory, and it’d be a disservice to my youth not to put blame where every younger generation believes it belongs: on our parents.
Millennials: Tame and Lame
A Business Insider article reported earlier this year that Millennials are stereotyped as “infamously narcissistic, entitled, lazy, and arrogant.” Oh and boring. Don’t forget boring, which inherently comes with the self-centered territory, since no one is ever as interested in you as you are.
Youth is supposed to be the time of your life to have the time of your life – engaging in reckless behavior you don’t tell your mother about ‘til years later, experimenting with phases and ideas that make grown-ups shake their heads. In sum, it’s a time to do strange, stupid, and daring things that will make good stories for your grandchildren and unleash your imagination while it’s still good and wild. It’s also evolutionarily sound to get such things out of one’s system before starting a family, and it’s the best way to learn. As C.S. Lewis said about experience, “that most brutal of teachers…you learn, my God, do you learn.”
But millennials aren’t doing these things, and we’re not much for starting families, either. We aren’t very adventuresome, particularly quirky, exciting, or excitable. Research shows we do far less drinking and fewer drugs than previous generations, and we aren’t having as much sex.
Either that or we’ve finally figured out how to lie on polls.
Giving millennials the benefit of the doubt, however, it’s great we’re not harming our bodies or souls with substances or immoral behavior. But if we’re not partying, sowing our wild oats, being angsty and rebellious, or learning valuable lessons from our own dumb mistakes, what are
A barman in Leeds, England fumed to The Economist that “Kids these days just want to live in their f***ing own little worlds in their bedrooms watching Netflix and becoming obese.” In an article speculating about why millennials are disillusioned with drugs, sex, and rock n’ roll, Vice noted, “Smartphones have increased…‘isolated socializing,’ which leads to less drinking and drug taking.”
So instead of meeting up, making bad decisions, and having fun together, Millennials are busy obsessively trying to impress others with their pseudo-enviable lives through filtered and Photoshopped images on social media. Life then becomes a never-ending search for validation by one’s peers – or virtual peers, anyway.
How did we turn out so inadequately edgy and so consumed by the need for validation? It totes isn’t all our fault:
Helicopters and Trophies
Millennials were raised by Baby Boomers. Helicopter parenting came into vogue while we were kids. Small families, too, became the norm, and there was a dearth of siblings to keep the others from thinking too much of themselves. While we were smothered with attention and oversight, our every move uncomfortably monitored, we were at the same time neither disciplined nor held to any standard.
We were raised in a politically correct culture that has, to quote Mel Brooks, been “the death of comedy.” Our parents and educators worshiped at the altar of “self-esteem” and offered us as child sacrifices. With such little fun to be had and nothing to do but take ourselves seriously, we’ve failed to develop an interesting identity – or any identity, really – and now we can’t do much but think of our own images and stage freak-outs over something as banal as THE WEATHER (global warming).
Our parents created “Generation Me” by constantly telling us how great we were. Everyone was a winner. Everyone got a trophy. Nothing – save competition – was ever off limits. Saving sex for marriage, giving your child a normal name, staying married, and many of the traditional moral principles the Sexual Revolution started to unravel were completely unwound from the pillar that holds a Christian society together by the time millennials came along.
It’s no wonder we’re “narcissistic, entitled, lazy, and arrogant”! But why are we so piteously trite on top of it all?
Entitlement Killed Creativity
The traditional values of faith, family, and freedom that have been the basis of American culture since its founding was replaced for millennials with relativism, the Self, and fascism. The rebellious, American spirit that prompted our Patriots to overthrow the British, caused James Dean to rebel, well, without cause, and drove Jack Kerouac (literally) across the country and produced his fascinatingly frenzied accounts of the Beatnik generation was extinguished in millennials because our curiosity in anything but ourselves failed to be nurtured. We were raised with, and sometimes by, a big and ever-growing government. With more government comes more regulation, and regulation makes everything regular, including people.
Millennials, don’t know how to rebel, but in our defense, we never really had anything to rebel against, because the generation that invented the Free Love Movement didn’t have “no” in its vocabulary. Today, we’re too busy being scandalized by alleged cases of “bigotry” – asking Lena Dunham to keep her clothes on is now a borderline hate crime known as “fat shaming” – to rebel and produce anything interesting.
Instead of defying authority in the youthful rite of passage, we actually embrace “the man” as a cornerstone of comfort! Rules were made to be broken, but millennials make it their goal to impose more rules and make sure everyone fits in as either LGBTQQIAA or P, whereas the “cool kids” were historically the ones who didn’t want to fit in and didn’t care what others thought – let alone beg the government for a label.
The restless struggle with the idea of human existence that has plagued artists since the beginning of time expressed in the greatest works of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Edward Abbey, Tom Wolfe, and the like aren’t even vaguely alluded to by today’s “artists.”
Millennials have managed to take the attitude toward life that prompted Hunter S. Thompson’s youthful, maniacal consumption of American culture (and a whole lot else) and snuff it into a whiny little expression that isn’t even really a word but a sound a baby would make: “meh.”
There’s no arguing with “meh,” because you can’t debate feelings. The 60s radicals may have come to the wrong conclusions, but at least they were asking the right questions. With Generation Me, or Meh, there is no longer argument; we simply exchange emotional reactions summed up by platitudes: “You’re sexist!” “You’re racist!” Thus, America’s youth have replaced beliefs and arguments with attitudes, and instead of philosophers, we, whom Pew reports identify “increasingly identify as liberal Democrats,” need psychologists. (Millennials are also reportedly facing “a mental health crisis.”)
When nothing is right, nothing is wrong; nor is anything good or bad. Nihilism, for one thing, is incredibly boring, but a lack of purpose and meaning in life also leads to loneliness, emptiness, and depression. We grasp at anything, then, even the most superficial fluff, such as selifes, to fill the void and give ourselves a sense of worth.
Millennials were raised to seek and receive praise. It’s all we know, and we aren’t growing out of it. We’re afraid to lose our sense of approval and will do whatever it takes to fit it – going so far as to proclaim mutilating your body and pumping it full of hormones “normal” – when, I might add, we wouldn’t dare eat an apple that wasn’t “certified organic.”
Millennials aren’t eccentric. We’re lacking the spark that made other generations rebel, shake things up, be provocative, and reinvent things in a way that helped make the world a better, or at least more interesting place. We’re a homogeneous group of youngsters all desperately claiming to “be yourself” in the exact same way. Of course there’s nothing wrong with a tight-knit community all working toward a greater good, but what are millennials working toward?
Groupthink and “idea shaming,” that’s what. And what does oppression of thought produce? Art? Music? Comedy? No. More likely a bovine herd and an inevitable pile of dung.
A final word to millennials-who-wish-we-weren’t and you other-generations-who-hate-millennials: Take comfort in the fact that the nonsense we produce is destined to be lost forever in the intangible world of cyberspace, and the few children we do produce will, with any luck,
rebel against their parents.
This article was originally published by The American Conservative.