I remember the first time I saw you. Months ago, when the late autumn line was announced in an email from your maker, the stylish high-brow folks from Toast. With their minimalist type-face and enticing photograph of autumnal colours I had no choice but to click through! And there you were, in all of your timeless stripey goodness, sweater.
Before we continue, let’s define what a millennial actually is:
A person who was born between 1981 and 1996, who came of age during the beginning of the new millennium. –Pew Research Center.
Sorry for those of you who are sad about that, but let’s face it, if you were born between those years, you are a millennial. If you graduated high school around the same time I did (2001) you are a millennial. Welcome to the club. Essentially, if you remember the hopeful sounds of the dial-up modem and waiting in anticipation of the AOL announcement “You’ve Got Mail!” as a preteen, you are a millennial. We are defined kindly as the first generation to grow up using technology such as personal computers, the internet, and smart phones. We are defined less kindly as a generation of selfish “snowflakes,” a generation of soft, over-sensitive, overly offended, arrested development non-property owners who would prefer to eat avocados, live with their parents, and put off marriage and family as long as possible.