§ Because I am chronically behind the times, here is a Tweeter Essay about the Millennials, those 90s-amnesiac little bastards.
§ Millennials uploading their exquisite, funny, wrenching, trauma-aware love stories to AO3, for no compensation, while holding down day jobs
§ Millennials imagining a world in which relationships built on consent and vulnerability and authenticity are not the exception but the rule
§ …while finishing challenging Master’s programs in library science and psych. So dedicated they make us Gen Xers look like fucking Boomers
§ Would I enjoy even the approximation of sanity I have today without my secret Internet village of Millennials? The fuck I would
§ Whatever I achieve now and for the rest of my life, for art, for love, for the resistance: I am standing on the shoulders of giants