No one woke up one fine morning with the grand ambition to mess with an entire generation just for kicks. Yet here millennials are, unequivocally, unmistakably, screwed.
This is evident when I compare my 29-year-old self to my mother who had it all: debt-free, married, two kids and a stable home sweet home. Meanwhile, I’ve stacked up four uni degrees, struggle to pay off debt, live paycheck to paycheck, and burn the midnight oil 16 hours a day, seven days a week just to prove ... well, something. Hats off to mother dear, but seriously, does this seem fair?
