Your Blogmeister’s Desk
It seems like I’m about to meet a day whose background noise is going to be full of hoo-hawing and hem-hawing about the “problems” of Millennials.
That got me to thinking about something.
If you use the 1982-2000 birth year definition for Millennials, this means they are 17-35 years old this year.
Let’s jump in the Blogmeister Hot Tub Time Machine (no skinny dipping), and dial that thing back twenty years, to 1997. That year, Generation X was 17-32 years old, if you use the 1965-1980 birth years for the identifiable core of the generation. By 1997, the demographers had already settled in on “Generation X” as our official name, and they did that the same month that Nirvana released “Nevermind” and I started high school, both other important milestones for my generation. Two years after that, that’s when they decided in advance to call the generation still being born at the time which had the working title “Generation Y” as “Millennials,” because they knew the generation still in the process of hatching would be the first to come of age after the turn of the Millennium. So, by 1997, we were Gen X, on deck were Millennials, according to the official lexicon.
Back to our trip to 1997 — I do not remember any media paranoia or even any real sustained discussion about us when we were about the same ages that Millennials are now. To put it another way, I don’t remember being so shitted upon.
Why the difference?
My off-top theory is that it has to do with who the Millennials’ parents are, the Baby Boomers, who are, at ages 57-71 this year, currently at the peak of their power and influence. For some reason, Boomers worry about their Millennial sprogs more anxiously than Silents worried about their X kids. We know that Boomer parents have a helicopter parent mentality, and now that they’ve got their hands on the levers of the media, they have full control of the megaphone in order to bitch and fret about their kids.