My father recently called me a millennial. Confused as to whether it was good or bad to be called such a thing by a parent, I inquired as to the meaning of his compliment/accusation.
“What are you calling me? A flower?”
“I was watching Dateline and they had an interesting piece on millennials. I think you should give it a watch.”
Ah, it all made sense.
Whenever one of his usual primetime programs isn’t on (Think: Boston Legal, Ugly Betty, etc.), my dad always turns to whatever else is on, rarely letting me or my mom get a chance to watch the Phillies game. Dateline or Sixty Minutes would almost always suffice, with whatever was being reported on being compelling enough for an hour of his time. Evidently, Dateline had reported on millennials. Whatever they were.
“I sent you the link, if you’d check your e-mail every once in a while.” Read more