It was during one of these happy encounters that I was told about another statistic. I was lamenting to my fellow ‘09er that I was, by 1950s standards, an utter failure. No husband, no children, no green bean casserole recipe. I also sighed that I fell drastically short of today’s benchmarks of success as well. I was wallowing in my loserdom feeling that full-time employment was but a pipe dream. And then I realized my very good-natured, bright, kind friend was equally underemployed and unwed and that I had for all intents and purposes called one of my best friends a loser. Oops.
She took it better than I thought and reassured me that I needed to look at the big picture. One third of millenials are in grad school/med school/law school. These lucky so and so’s are similarly delaying adulthood and/or the real world with additional education. The second third majored in Economics and found a corporate finance job that sucks their soul like a slushee. Unless they sold their soul a while ago (likely), in which case they just get rich. And the glorious last third that majored in Communications or Humanities (the study of communicating and being human respectively) or, god forbid, Visual Art or Theater, are the true pioneers of the age. With every latte they sling, with every kid’s booboo they have to bandaid, they get one step closer to finding out what they can do for a living that will pay off their student loans before social security kicks in. If all else fails, there’s always Zimbabwe.
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