One in a Millennial: On Friendship, Feelings, Fangirls, and Fitting In

by Kate Kennedy

Millennials aren’t rife with contradictions and allegedly falling behind because we’re these entitled, spoiled creatures. We were raised in preparation for a world that no longer exists and are forever trying to navigate the terms.

TV cart rolls in, Lord, hear our prayer May your milk be chocolate, your pizza be square

You bring the witches and wizards, I’ll bring the bead lizards.

Sometimes when we get together now, we laugh about how seriously we took ourselves. But that’s the thing about girlhood. You and your friends have to take yourselves seriously, because no one else will.

Away messages also were a great opportunity to turn passive aggression into an art form.

I’m not against religion, I’m against how people with spiritual authority use religion to control, ostracize, and oppress, and how Christian doctrine can be conveniently interpreted to further a time period’s social or political agenda.

Our battle cry was “YOLO.” Our shoes were Payless BOGO.

The solution is not to demand women exist in a particular way; the solution is just to be allowed to exist in your own pleasure in the absence of analysis. I don’t think we should have to dissect everything; the very writing I’m doing feels at times insulting amidst a world that seems to demand so much self-regulation from women.