Millennial is a term that gets thrown around a lot. Normally as a term to put down my generation. Yeah, you read that right, I’m a millennial. And for one day, I lived like a true millennial.
The poop hit the fan on the internet recently and everyone is looking for blood! Why? YouTube has changed its terms and blogger asked the wrong hotel for a free stay. It’s like an internet apocalypse! But instead of nukes, we have comments and opinions.
Journalism has been taking a massive hit over the last few years and it has come to the point where we have to ask ourselves some hard questions. Is journalism dying? And should we even bother to save it?
It’s January! That means that at the beginning of the month, we all decided to make some commitments to changing our lives forever. No longer will we be fat and lazy and eat an entire Aero mint share bar to ourselves every night. No, we will get off our butts and become better versions of ourselves.
We all have goals. Actually, we all have a vague idea of what we want from life. But do you know what you want, what you really really want? Probably not.
After the success of the week before, I couldn’t wait to get stuck in with this weeks strong female leading lady. This week, I channelled my inner Dr Brennan from the TV show Bones.
Have you ever looked at a TV or movie character and thought it must be awesome to be them? Me too, but is it everything it is cracked up to be? For one week, I channelled my inner Olivia Pope and became a gladiator in a suit.
This morning I had my landlord on the phone asking where my rent was, which was strange seeing as I had paid my rent the day before. I went to the bank, handed over some cold, hard cash, and it was paid. But she didn’t get it. This is the problem with being poor.
Today ended up as another screaming match for me and my family. Once again I cracked up at them all for being messy. I’m at home all the time so clearing up everyone else’s mess shouldn’t be an issue, should it?