“Twenty Something: (Term/Adjective): A person in the age range between 20 and 29.”
Recently, I have read a few headlines about Twenty Somethings such as, “Twenty Somethings Can’t Seem to Leave The Nest” and, “Things Twenty Somethings Need to Stop Worrying About Now”. It seems that not only are WE stressed out about our futures, but so is
everybody else (Ok well some people genuinely care).
So why is this particular age range the topic of every conversation?
Could it be because more of us have Netflix accounts than LinkedIn.
Is it due to the fact that we feel more connected to our phones than the people in front of us.
Is it because we are overqualified, overeducated, and underpaid at our
Our Communications degree is irrelevant to future employers-It’s great to be a Laurier
Goldenhawk Business student.
Wait all those late nights spent writing essays (next 8 tracks playlist please) were to be qualified to serve coffee?
Maybe it’s because we like Game of Thrones better than actual people.
Or with OSAP loan payback looming, we still allow ourselves to order that half-sweet pumpkin spice latte because
we’re basic yay fall.
We secretly want Jax Teller
‘s bike more than we want to pay our bills.
We take selfies to feel
like Queen B bow down bitches beautiful.
We can recite more pop culture quotes
you can’t sit with us than those of distinguished academics.
On Social Media we are (well can be) optimistic, but “Magnum P.I. couldn’t solve the shit going on in our heads”
Because we are spending more than we have “Visa Please”.
And we have t
he new Steve Maddens nothing to show for it.
So who lied?
All the people who told you there was something remarkably special about you that gave you the attitude that employers will find you, while you sift through Buzzfeed articles.
Maybe your elementary school teachers. My particular school had a saying with a corresponding
tacky inspiring wall mural. Tec South’s phrase was, “Reach for the Stars”. Well the same school who thought our mascot could be “Spirit”, set us up from day one with immeasurable standards because sorry T-South, the closest star is 4.24 light years away.
So we have impossible standards with no way to reach them leaving us with massive headaches.
We want to do well, but we sabotage ourselves.
If we spent as much time handing out resumes as we do crushing a season of True Blood (it’s really good btw) maybe our head would be clearer.
Then again, probably not.
You still have bills, unexpected expenses, family, friends, boyfriend/single girl probz.
Our bed is better to us than the cruel dark world.
A wide eyed twenty something quickly turns into a bitter, pessimistic PMSing twenty something.
A wide- eyed twenty something goes into the world a little unprepared, with unrealistic expectations. Our hopes and dreams are to be B
atman, Carrie Bradshaw, that blonde sports announcer that never seems to fit in with the panel of boys, successful, happy. I personally am going to try to remember that when I’m lying in bed trying to decide what job to apply for next or making the next twenty-something’s pumpkin spice latte.
Kailey Klempner, BA.