Living with the Millennial Generation Means Not Laughing at Rage Comics
By Marcy L on December 19, 2012
The generation gap has become a gulf in my household, and I struggle every day to keep up. Three quick observations:
Virtually every time I ask my 14-year-old son to check out a video, the first thing out of his mouth is “How many views does it have?” After months of subtly criticizing him with explanations that number of views does not equal quality, it finally occurred to me: The kid’s right, at least in some small way. His generation has been bombarded with so many choices in entertainment and information for as long as he can remember. His strategy helps him sift through what might be worth two minutes of his time. Does a Rebecca Black’s “Friday” sneak through once in a while? Of course, but my son is onto something that my generation hasn’t had to use.
My 15-year-old son, a very high achiever, was goofing around on a Google doc the night before a test, “chatting” with friends who were on the same study guide. I am very hands-off with him and his homework, but it finally got to me, and I snapped: “Don’t you have work to do?” He looked at me with a patient, but exasperated expression, sighing, “Mom, I am working.” And he was. Social media have fused with their lives to a degree that I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
An iPad with No Manual
A new iPad. No manual, no practice, no training. The boys showed me how to work it. “But who showed you that?” I asked.
“Mom, you just do it,” they replied.
And then there are rage comics.
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