1. Books: Enid Blyton, Laura Ingalls Wilder and Judy Blume defined my childhood – not Harry Potter (I haven’t read a single book and found the original movie a bit too young for me – ok boring). I wanted to go to an English Girls’ Boarding School (aka midnight feasts of Mallory Towers and St Clares) and not a School for Wizards.
2. Music: I softly declare that I don’t like Lady Gaga’s music even though I feel like a Gen Y mob will trample me in seconds. I have yet to meet anyone from Gen Y who doesn’t like her music or costumes. I was alive in the 70’s (& I loved it and yearn for music with melody, even – no especially, if sung by weird looking drugged out dudes with long hair. It was all about the music and lyrics. Lyrics that were pure poetry. Ballads that made your heart soar or brought tears to your eyes.)
3. Technology: I am just not that comfortable with technology the way my much younger cousins are – there is no fear when it comes to technology and they take to it like ducks to water. For me it’s more like a belly flop and swallowing loads of chlorine before I learn to not drown. I only just recently became familiar with Twitter having resisted for a long time. And I quit Facebook as it made me too depressed. I am not attached to an iphone (at least for now) and it frustrates me when everyone is surfing their phones during a meal. I guess Gen Y got their first cell phones as kids (my cousin at 15) while I only got mine at the grand old age of 27.
But I truly admire Gen Y for their self -confidence and not being afraid of anything. I am the first to admit that I find them so much smarter as well. Maybe better nutrition, being more tech saavy and those years of extra pre-school helped, although I wouldn’t trade my blissful childhood years before the trauma of school, for anything.