It isn’t often that I hear something that is blatantly flattering about Generation Y. I look younger than I am, so it is usually paired with a sidelong glance in my direction. And the comments go something like:
Selfish.
They need lots of coddling.
A Generation X-er, reading Penelope Trunk’s posting about Blackberry discipline (or lack thereof), I sort of, momentarily, thought it might be nice to be a member of Generation Y.
I’ve had this thought before, reading Chuck Klosterman’s Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. Something about Generation X-ers not being able to fly the nest and it being somehow related to Star Wars. Give me a break, it’s been a while since I read it.
Anyway, Penelope’s post rings a little too true for me. As someone who is a little bit more interested in efficiency and productivity than is perhaps completely healthy, I’ve heard (more times than I can count) comments about my BlackBerry ball and chain.
At least now that it’s a BlackBerry and not a Treo, it’s just a theoretical weight.
