I’m in my early 20s, yes. A girl. Stand at an altitude of 6 feet, high enough to see over most men’s heads, but short enough to avoid low-slung obstacles. At 170 pounds, with medium bones and an athletic figure, guys don’t mess with me, mostly cuz they’ve seen me at MMA training sessions.
And I have a degree in physics from a good school, where I slogged through classes, lectures, seminars and lab with some really unmotivated kids whose parents promised them positions in their companies.
So don’t you ever call me a millennial and drop me in that box with all the other 20-somethings.
Titles and labels are useful and they have their place, but not to divide generations of people.
More than ever, we should be united as a human race and work and live together, rather than perpetuate 19th-century segregation that placed the poor in slums and ghettos, and the wealthy in upmarket mansions.
Monikering millennials is a marketing strategy that works effectively, and earns billions of dollars for many companies.
Socially, though, it divides and drives young people from their mentors, preventing adults from passing down important cultural information.
Having witnessed the celebrated bad behavior of so many kids, most of whom learned from the likes of Kim Kar-something and J-Law, I opted out of that noise when I was a child. Pops taught me to see myself not as a child but as a human being, a smart and thinking creature who asks hard questions and figures out things around me.
I’m no genius, but I am a thinker. And I do question authority at every turn, especially when that power is trying to place me into a broad category, simply for the purposes of making some people a whole lotta money.
Don’t you dare call me a millennial.
I am Tripsy: Writer. Author. Editor. Copywriter. Supergirl.
Please call on me.
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Tripsy South is the author of the novel SUICIDE TANGO. Trained in physics at a cool surfer university, she lives and plays in Los Angeles where she’s a freestyle writer/editor and copywriter. Ring her here.