I wrote this a while ago, and I’ve thought about it every since. Not because it went viral (it didn’t) but just because it still feels true.
One part list, one part soft protest, it’s my love letter to the blurry in-betweenness of our generation. It’s me thinking out loud about what it means to be the kind of Millennial who still remembers Tumblr and the top 8, who grew up on away messages and still isn’t quite sure how to make a heart with my hands.

Thanks for being here, Millennials, Millennial-adjacents, and anyone feeling a little in between.