Say Bye to Generation Y

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Presently, it's quite evident that the 90's are coming back. More indie music-artists belonging to post-punk revival are now breaking through the wall dividing teeny-bops from the alternative, and segueing into mainstream audiences. Also, have you seen Charlie Barker? Bringing back mom-jeans better than ever.
   Though I barely make the cut of being a Millennial, my sister is nine years-older than I am, and has thus influenced my life largely by surrounding me in an environment with the attitude of it still being 1993. In saying that, I can truthfully say that the 90's are not coming back, nor will they ever. Besides Kurt Cobain-inspired wardrobe fads and Instax polaroids, Generation Y and our legacy is fading into nothing but 'rust and stardust' (to quote Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov).
   With new gizmos and attitudes, Generation Z has set itself apart from the Millennials. While many are attempting, and sadly so, to replicate themselves as a "90's kid", its only lasting affect is the astronomical amount of notes on Tumblr. Though there are several of us still thinking that it's '96, there's just no room for both differing cultures of Generation Y and Z to exist. From the rise of Netflix and fall of cult-classics, the Millennials have been unknowingly laid to rest.

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   The American Girl Doll

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This classic 90's doll that just about every girl coveted is only a sliver of prime evidence establishing the end of Generation Y. Gone now are the traditional American Girl dolls, such as patriotic Felicity and hipster-before-it-was-a-thing Molly, leaving only Girl of the Year and customizable dolls to purchase and befriend. I was an avid American Girl junkie, and still do harbor a deep love for the dolls. 
   I grew up with the originals: Marie-Grace, Kirsten, Molly, Addy, Samantha, Josefina, Kit, and Felicity, among many others. Within those few I just stated, only timeless Samantha, insightful Josefina, independent Addy, and resourceful Kit are still for sale on the American Girl website. It's sad to see that young girls of this age will never learn about the meaningful stories of pioneer Kirsten or first-nation Kaya. With less than ten of these historic dolls remaining, including newer ones, such as Rebecca, an early 20th-century Jewish New Yorker; Julie, a groovy hippie of '74; and Caroline, a rosy doll of the Georgian era; its meager range of reception is congruent with the decline of 90's culture.

The Day the Music Died

With the mammoth evolution in technology, it seems that no one has any appreciation for the fine art of reading hardcover novels, buying CDs and vinyls, or renting films. I grew up holding art, and now, everyone pirates music, films, and book through the internet.
   In elementary school throughout junior high, one of my favorite things to do was going to Blockbuster and renting films. I loved everything about returning films through the shoot, only to go into the store and rent more. It was in Blockbuster that my love for Power Rangers, Art Cinema, the Coppolas, and Sailor Moon bloomed. Unfortunately, because no one else but we die-hard film geeks ever went to Blockbuster, the empire-franchise shut down.
   Another prevalent element dealing with technology in our society today is that everyone either pirates music or buys it on iTunes. Even up to this day, I enjoy going to vinyl stores and buying albums immensely. My favorite thing to do in music stores is going to the pillar to see their featured musicians and listening to their work with the clunky headphones. Not all, but the majority of youth today only go to vinyl stores just to take Tumblr-esque pictures, and be perceived as someone 'cool' and 'different'. Perhaps it's simply a 20th century knack to treasure albums, but there's nothing like holding an album one of your idols put their blood, sweat and tears into, or hearing the scratchiness of a vinyl.
   While I could possibly be swayed to watch films online, there's just something about flipping a page, crinkling the spine, and the smell of books that transpierces something deep inside of me. Most people I know who are younger than I am read their books on a Kindle or on ePub, which is just saddening because the experience of delving deep into a story is simply less effective.
   The percent of true appreciation for most of the arts is on the decline because everything is caught up in the media's marketing schemes, and in deception and perception.

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With people like Sky Ferreira and Charli XCX, known for bringing the 90's back with their Joan Jett attitudes, fuzzily colored Instagram pictures, Doc Martens, and schoolgirl skirts à la Clueless, it's time to face the music: the culture of Generation Y is falsely recognized, now. Millennials have always been known to be lost people, but we’ve also consistently managed to salvage any senses of belonging we can. It's a dismal facet to address, but it must be... the authentic, raw glory of the 90s has expired, and forlornly so. There's nothing else we can do about it but pioneer its remainders and watch Daria.

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