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A common theme in these retorts is that Gen Z ate TidePods and did not learn how to write in cursive. While I agree with the first point, I’d argue that the second has nothing to do with anything? I am an elder millennial who can write in cursive, but the last time I wrote anything by hand that was longer than a grocery list, my hand cramped.

Others who dare challenge the moral superiority of Gen Z’s audacious claims have done so by bravely appropriating a Billie Eilish song—the patron saint of the generation they are attempting to skewer.

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I’m happy that these women have found a platform for their brave stance against Gen Z’s tyranny. However, everyone here is missing the larger point, which that no one cares what you wear or when you wear it. Skinny jeans are fine, Levi’s Wedgie jeans are fine, parting your hair down the middle only works if you want it to work for you, and at this point, everyone has been inside for so long that I fear we’ve all forgotten how to interact with other people in a way that is even close to meaningful or, at the minimum, not offensive? One of the lesser-known side effects of long-term social isolation is... whatever this is, I guess? Generational wars that turn into “discourse” for one to three days before everybody forgets about it and moves on to the next is one way to pass the time, but another good way is to sit down, close your eyes, and log off.