"And so we find ourselves living among the scattered ashes and spilled red wine and broken glass from a party we watched in our pajamas, peering down the stairs at the grown-ups. This is not a morning after we are prepared for, to judge by the composite sketch sociologists have drawn of us."
This is a pretty accurate metaphor for how it feels to be post-collegiate these days. The rest is the standard self-pitying, semi-insightful generational profile. This is what happens when kids don’t have jobs, they write long, sad-sac articles.
(Source: New York Magazine)