Preceded by Generation X, followed by Generation Z, Generation Y still needs its own recognizable voice. While doing some research on the Y sibling, I have started to muse about my own identity.
Who wants its life to be dominated by despression or recession? But, there we go. Last year I officially became a member of the Generation Recession and no longer pertained to X. Happy X-times are gone. I need diving into the Depression Generation to find out how they found that light at the end of the tunnel. Eventually.