Generation Cry Baby: Why Millennials Are a F**king Joke

Oh snap. I like the side note part 2. I try not to fall back on my brain sickness as an excuse, although there does reach a point where you need to peace out and go do some self care, but there is this thing I learned called no excuses. No one is perfect, people mess up or fall down, but at least trying to live a proper functional life as best as you can day in and day out and hope people forgive you when you have a bad day where you just need to stop and turn into a whining baby for a bit. Also, there is swearing, just so you know.

The Oxytocin Chronicles

We’re raising a generation of pussies. There. I said it.


When I was a junior in high school, I had the most amazing AP English teacher. Her name was Ms. Wei. She prefaced the class by saying that she would grade us fairly, and that these grades would not always be A’s.

“I get that you and your parents all think you all are ‘special snowflakes,’ but I will grade you based on your writing, and if your parents email me complaining about these grades, I will ignore them.”

Now Ms. Wei was a little blunt for some (I freaking adored that woman, and I don’t know anyone who didn’t), but she brought up a good point.

Millennials: your parents won’t say it, and your peers won’t say it because it seems every little thing is sending you all to a therapist because you’re just sooooooo victimized, but

Get. The…

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