So, late-launching millennial, you've found yourself moving back into a time warp of retro music posters, loudly coloured walls, furry furniture and an unacceptable single bed. You're either: part of a new crop of graduates, a time biding naval gazer or a career starter putting some money in the kitty for the future.
Recent research shows that our phones are proven to be affecting the way we talk, think, have sex, eat and even go to the loo. We have become slaves to technology, only this time, our hands are handcuffed to our phones. Those red circular icons on our home screens have become our very own version of a newborn baby crying out for attention.
I have four teenage children, so as you can imagine, wi-fi usage is pretty high in our house. They each have several connected devices and they use all of them, (a lot!), both at home and when out and about. They are pretty typical teenagers and like their peers are really interested in new technologies. For them, tech is cool. For me, their attitude heralds great things.
You think you've finally found the perfect place; you've dazzled them with your charm, wit and perfect blend of 'I'm serious and clean, but obviously totally easy-going and fun' and then, BANG, you get the news: 'Thank you very much for your interest in the room but we've decided to go with someone else'. Brutal.
Breaking news used to be just that: hard news, a big story that had just happened. Today rolling 24/7 TV news shows need their yellow ticker to contain something all the time. They're no longer content to have no ticker when there's nothing to say. The ticker has become a roundup of all stories breaking or not. Where do they go from here? What happens when there is some real breaking news?
One of the familiar gripes of those opposed to immigration is that we don't talk about it; but if you're a migrant, it feels like we do little else. Early February show on Channel 5, the Big British Immigration Row, sums up everything that's wrong with the current discourse on immigration: lots of heat and very little light.
Lazy, social media obsessed and filled with a sense of entitlement. The all too familiar criticisms that levelled at Generation Yers today. Like millions of others born between the early 1980s until the early 2000s, I'm part of a group that everybody seems to have an opinion on. We're a group who can't focus on anything, a 'boomerang generation' who run back to their parents every time they face a problem and expect a glittering career to be handed to them on a plate.
The Millennials don't have it easy. Generation Y were brought up to believe they could have it all, and yet find their employment prospects gloomy, the housing ladder out of reach, and ahead of them an aging population they will be required to pay for in years to come.That, of course, is all before they have to worry about their love lives. As well-meaning columnists wring their hands in angst at the sexting and snap-chatting, teenagers in the UK will be counting themselves lucky this autumn that public displays of affection are their absolute right, even if their parents don't necessarily approve.