Hello. My name is Jenna and I’m a millennial.
My fellow 23 to 38-year-olds, rejoice. We are singlehandedly responsible for killing everything that’s good in the world. Talk about power.
My much-despised generation has been blamed for everything from the demise of department stores and chain restaurants to bar soap (huge loss, I know). We’re apparently responsible for killing the American Dream and the 9-5 workday. On the other hand, we’ve clearly given rise to the avocado industry. You’re welcome.
In keeping with the stereotypes, I will admit that I have a softcore food delivery addiction. I rarely frequent shopping malls, instead opting to order everything from toilet paper to tennis shoes online. My version of the American Dream does not necessarily consist of a white picket fence, a husband and kids. And I did run away to Los Angeles to work a non-traditional workday.
The latest in the millennial-bashing, though, accuses us of being homebodies. We have a penchant for staying in. It’s risky outside (and people-y). Molly Young of the New York Times likens it to “pouring your money into a savings account. You’ll grow marginally; you’ll stay safe; your expectations will be met and never exceeded.” Social media has obviously facilitated this shift in desire, allowing us to feel connected in spite of distance and even in solitude.
But plastic surgery suggests otherwise. “Do it for the Gram,” they say. But can’t we just skew the photos (and therefore our portrayed lives) in our favor? With the endless supply of photo filters, Kardashian-inspired contouring, plus the right angles, we can fake it till we make it.
Yet the plastic surgery industry continues to thrive. In my experience, it is fueled by people motivated to look better so that they feel better and can be comfortable going out. They want to be seen, finally at ease with themselves, not relegated to staying home in their proverbial pj’s as the millennial-critics might insinuate.
In my last blog, I mentioned that vulnerability is the prerequisite to meaningful human connection. For some, the prerequisite to vulnerability is a little bit of tweaking. I get that. I’m so here for it.
It’s safe to say that plastic surgery has its place in the world. Let’s raise a collective glass to the one thing millennials haven’t destroyed. Cheers.