The Incredible Mr. Write

Dear Hollywood, We need to talk. I feel like something is missing in our relationship lately, and to be totally honest I think it's you, not me. What happened, Hollywood? You used to be so fun, with your whip-swinging archaeologists, DeLorean riding time travellers and lightsaber swinging Jedi. Then something went horribly wrong, you just didn't seem to care about my needs anymore. I tried telling you I just couldn't take another remake of  Piranha 3-D , but you didn't seem to care. I suffered through the umpteenth  Saw  flick, smiled politely through your (frankly insulting) reimagining of The Karate Kid and even sat with you through several rehashes of  Superman , just hoping and praying our relationship wasn't really dead. You kept inviting your old drinking buddy Russell Brand over - I guess you figured a party clown might liven things up. It didn't; I spent all summer cleaning up after the two of you. Then there's the reality shows. At first I t...

Ahh, Millennials! The proverbial scapegoat to all the Summers of our discontent, the veritable red-headed step-child of our generational family. The Millennials are often viewed much like the character of Sam in The Walking Dead : whiny, obnoxious, an unnecessary weak link constantly demanding cookies. We see them on school campuses across the nation, huddled in safe spaces, molding Play-Doh in their own image. We write them off as vapid little snowflakes, petulant crybabies and lazy, self entitled brats. We roll our eyes whenever they decry injustices against them, claiming they're mere pantywaists tilting at windmills. But what if we're wrong? Sure, there are solid cases of members of the "Lamest Generation" perpetuating the stereotype and rightly being branded with a scarlet L, but as with any group, these individuals solely exist to give the rest a bad name. I admit, I used to view the Millennials with disdain normally reserved for corrupt politicians and ...