7 thoughts on “Peggy Noonan Thinks She Knows Why the Kids Love Bernie So Much”
Gen Y was [sometimes] shat out of the same parents that realized they did a horrible job. I don't think the "young" love Bernie Sanders or Trump or anyone — you have to get them out of themselves for a second to make sure they actually give a shit, which is a bad thing.
Case in point: I enrolled in a Mon-Wed math class. Then I decided Tues-Thurs. would be better for me. The instructor was into group crap. I came in on a Tuesday after talking to her about the switch and sat down at a table. Dude next to me kept giving me some weird stinkeye and was on his phone for the entire duration of the class. The instructor actually –I am not shitting you– approached me at the end of class and asked if I could sit at another table, because dude expressed to her (I actually saw it..close to the end, they went outside and she said, "so where would you like to sit?" as the door was closing).. Apparenty he felt bad about his friend not sitting next to him and *that's what they were texting about*, (one table over!) and they were afraid they would "hurt my feelings" if they asked me to move to another table.
Holy fuck dude, you ain't gonna hurt my fee-fees. Just fucking WOW. You're in college?
postscript: I'm sorry, Snow. I know you aren't like this. : D
Gen Y was [sometimes] shat out of the same parents that realized they did a horrible job. I don't think the "young" love Bernie Sanders or Trump or anyone — you have to get them out of themselves for a second to make sure they actually give a shit, which is a bad thing.
Case in point: I enrolled in a Mon-Wed math class. Then I decided Tues-Thurs. would be better for me. The instructor was into group crap. I came in on a Tuesday after talking to her about the switch and sat down at a table. Dude next to me kept giving me some weird stinkeye and was on his phone for the entire duration of the class. The instructor actually –I am not shitting you– approached me at the end of class and asked if I could sit at another table, because dude expressed to her (I actually saw it..close to the end, they went outside and she said, "so where would you like to sit?" as the door was closing).. Apparenty he felt bad about his friend not sitting next to him and *that's what they were texting about*, (one table over!) and they were afraid they would "hurt my feelings" if they asked me to move to another table.
Holy fuck dude, you ain't gonna hurt my fee-fees. Just fucking WOW. You're in college?
postscript: I'm sorry, Snow. I know you aren't like this. : D
And their music: it's just noise!
Yeah–total bullshit. I haven't listened to new shit since '94. Get off my reality bites lawn.
I stopped my clock about two decades before yours, but, yeah!
#notallmillenials
I'm a grown-ass woman, tyvm. JFC (if I can use some of yer jargon.) Fuck. Let's hope.
Oh, and fuck Noonington. I heard a few years ago that tampon gin is the way to go.