Conversation in my office yesterday:
Coworker 1: Emily, how what year were you born in again?
Me: 1988.
Coworker 2: So basically, you’re 12 years old.
Me: Noooo I’m twice that now!
Coworker 3: I feel old, I started college in 1992.
Me: I was 4 years old…
Coworker 1: This conversation is over.
When I worked in university development last year, I was surrounded by coworkers who, 80% of the time, fell within roughly five years of my age. I was still on the younger side, but the emotional immaturity and basic incompetence of most made me feel far older and far more superior (yes, I said it).
Welcome to museum development, where 80% of the population is roughly within five years of menopause (before or after, take your pick).
Compared to most in the “millenial” generation, I feel as though I’m less caught up in some of the hullabaloo most of the time. I liked LOLcatz about 4 years after they were cool, I twit only once in a blue moon (and when I am very, very frustrated by the Metro), and I use LinkedIn to stalk donors for work, not to make my own links. It took me six months after moving into my apartment to finally purchase a TV, and I still refuse to get cable or internet service in my apartment because I have found that 95% of the time I don’t really need it.
{Maybe this is just stating how disconnected I am, rather than lapsing in my millenial status.}
Anyways.
Recently, I have discovered an internet phenomenon that I simply can. not. get. enough. of: Memes.
From the weird photos to t-rex drawings to the overly-used gifs from 90s sitcoms, Disney movies, and celebs, I have a weak spot for breaking down in childish giggles at work whenever I read through them. Imagine my dismay when I logged onto my government computer at work today and got a “Rules of the Roadway” interceptions when I tried to visit What Should We Call Me (Never fear, the U.Va version and Greek life one are still alive and kicking on federal hard drives). How dare they take away my one millenial pleasure!
So I resorted to the only thing a millenial could do in this kind of situation: rebel in the most creative, self-centered way possible and CREATE MY OWN MEME (of my dear friend and classmate)… after all, aren’t memes all about me-me-me?*
hello, first hour of my thursday. look at how productive you turned out to be!
I have also decided that this post could be labeled WAY TOO EXCITED FOR FOXFIELD. Or maybe HORSE [RACE] CRAZY. Christmas in April is coming, y’all – and I can’t waittttt! Stay tuned for next week when I elaborate further on my obsession with this one particular tradition….
*please excuse my awful puns this week, my sense of humor has taken a whacky and excruciating twist lately.
