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I will admit it……there may be a burning desire to question why everything is catered to the millennial generation (born 1977 -1995).   Being a strong member of generation X (born 1965 to 1976), I am baffled.  As I try to connect with various writing opportunities, it is glaringly obvious that I am barking up the wrong tree.  Sure I try to keep up, but I can barely remember where I put my phone.  And I am not bashing the group.  After all, I have people in my life that proudly wear their millennial membership cards and are vibrant, amazing individuals.  What I am saying is that group seems to suck up a lot of space and they aren’t the only people breathing and contributing to society.  There are a wide variety of demographics.

I received an email today from a prospective employer stating that they “love my writing” and will keep me posted on upcoming assignments, which means, “lady, don’t forget to renew your AARP membership”.   And while they don’t ask my age – that is grounds for age discrimination – I feel that my age seeps through.   I am not savvy with Snapchat nor competent enough to tinker with my Instagram account, but I feel like my writing is relevant, just not to the demographic that seems to be the focal point of advertisers, employers and the like.   The upcoming generation (born 1996 and later) is referred to as Generation Z, iGen, or Centennials.  See they can’t even pick which one they are which I hope isn’t indicative of our future.

All I am saying is that I am just a middle-age woman, sitting in front of my computer, asking for writing gigs that actually mean something. (Did you get the movie reference? Notting Hill, friends.)   I don’t want to write about “The Pipe Braid…..the only hairstyle you need to know this season” (no lie that is a title of an article on one of these millennial- driven websites) or “15 Useless Party Tricks That You Can Learn Right Now”.   I just got a little dumber typing those titles.    It’s okay.  My local writing plate is full and I get to share my inner feelings with my amazing blog followers.  Therapy would be a lot more expensive.