Dear Generation-Y

My dearest Generation-Y,

I want to start out by telling you how incredibly proud I am to be one of you. To call myself a Generation-Y baby is the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me. Baby-Boomers? Who is that? We're here now, and we've taken over. I admit, maybe we aren't always in the limelight for "positive" reasons according to our parents' and their peers, but who cares? There are plenty of reasons why our generation is the best thing to ever walk the streets of this great nation, maybe even the world.

First of all, we recognize the importance of recognition. We fight for what we (think) we deserve. Your high school football team loses 91-0 to a three-time Class 4A champion that is ranked #1 in a statewide AP Poll - what do you do? You get your dad to file a bullying report against their head coach. Four for you, Fort Worth Western Hills. That'll show them not to mess with you. Anyway, we deserve to get a participation ribbon, free healthcare, and whatever else we can manage to get our hands on. Maybe a couple hundred thousand dollars because someone rear-ended me while driving, because hey - he should have been paying closer attention.

We understand the concept of, "Why work for something, when you can have it handed to you?" That one's pretty self-explanatory kiddos. We just seem to be the first generation smart enough to figure it out.

You all knew this one was coming... WE LOVE TO HAVE FUN! We know how to have a good time. And we are pros at sharing it all over social media. We tweet things like, "Wow, last night was so much fun.. Too bad I don't remember any of it LOL" and post pictures to Facebook and Instagram of ourselves, red solo cups in hand and plenty of skin showing to go around. Grades? Who cares about those? C's get degrees! Plus, who cares if we show off that we have fun? Clearly our future bosses are going to love that we will bring sunshine to our companies. And anyway, it's about who you know, not what you know anymore. Duuuuuuuh. Oh, and bring me another drink. #whitegirlwasted

Politics don't matter to most of us. Our vote doesn't count anyway. But, you can bet that if we are politically involved, we only get our news from one station because we just know that they have the most correct information. That's what my parents told me anyway, and I agree with everything they have to say because I just don't care enough to find out for myself otherwise.

In conclusion, it is in all of our best interests to party as much as possible in college, maybe even get a few citations. Remember that grades aren't the best measure of your intelligence. We're just kids, anyway - it's like, in our nature to rebel. And tYp3 lYk dis if we want 2. We'll grow up and be successful someday, I mean our parents have been telling us since we were old enough to listen that "You can do anything you put your mind to!" So obviously, getting a boob job (maybe a nose job...), a fake tan, and a sugar daddy will put you on the right track to being famous and landing on a series of Real Housewives.

You keep making me proud, Generation-Y'ers. You do you. Here's to hoping things go exactly as we plan, because what would we do otherwise? It's all we know.

Cheers.