"Millennials Are Bratty" and Other Shit You Should Stop Saying
If you are a Millennial, chances are you've been forced to listen to an old person tell you about how the phone in your pocket some how makes you a bratty little twat.
A rapper out of New Jersey named the Blunt Prophet saw another "Letter to the Editor" come into his local paper written by Jackie Robb (Hey Jackie, I fucking hate you) and decided that this opinion continuing to spread was poisonous and bull shit. Read the whiny/pathetic letter here.
Here was his response.
Jackie,
Son, where to even to start? First off, congratulations on making the barest of insights that you undoubtedly gleaned from a Facebook summary of that awful TIME Article that stirred up this commotion in the first place. Lazy? Conjecture! I'm writing this from my full time job that I only got because I worked two part time jobs for a year and a half and one of them turned full-time - and on top of that I am pursuing a career in music on nights and weekends. Before you say that I am just one example, I know people my age that work harder than I do because they are drowning in student loans and barely making ends meet in an economy that we inherited from the all mighty baby boomers! Oh, how we do not know the value of a dollar or a hards day work - no, we only know it too well. We saw the desperation from people getting evicted from their homes and being laid off when they thought they had chosen the right path due in large part to predatory lending practices established during the 80's, 90's and early 2000s. Who was running shit then, hmm?
Bratty? Nah son, the word you're looking for is indignant. We are indignant because every fucking day we have to read another article from some know-it-all shit sucker who thinks they can feel better about themselves by lobbing ill-informed generalizations when we, like you, are just trying to get through the goddamn day. Therein lies, in my opinion, the ultimately tragic truth in this mobius strip of bullshit conversation. We are inextricably marching towards death. You will die. I will die. I've known this since I was five. As such, every day I try to make the most out of that day to better not only myself, but the people around me, and the people who will inherit this earth in the future. Every day it feels like we are really getting closer to the edge of oblivion, and despite our best efforts - grassroots and otherwise - we're still having people complain to us about our entitlement and our fucking grammar. Which brings me to my last point - the grammar thing. Besides being all conjecture, the fact of the matter is language is a living thing. Grammar and word usage changes by the day. This is not the fault of any one generation, nor is it a fault at all. It's the way the world works, son. In a hundred years, the language being used to write this email will be mostly indecipherable as if it were someone today reading a text written in olde english. So son, sincerely, please get off my goddamn dick.
I also included a translated version of this so my bratty, dumb, millennial peers can understand-
