Tell the world: No. You move.

At my job, I once had to take a training course called “Dealing with Difficult People.” And during that course, for no apparent reason, the instructor started off on a rant about millenials which quickly devolved into the entire room of boomers bitching about my generation. At one point, one lady called us “animals.”

When I raised my hand to point out that this was disrespectful, I was told “it’s okay, you’re not like them.” At which point I snapped and asked HOW. My experiences are their experiences. You know what we saw when we grew up? We saw a housing market collapse. We saw the beginning of a war on terror so vaguely defined as to have no visible end. We saw an entire generation stick their fingers in their ears and shout “GLOBAL WARMING ISN’T REAL AND IF IT IS IT’S A PROBLEM FOR THE NEXT GENERATION.”

We’ve been told that “you better go to college if you want a good job” only to graduate to find that there are no jobs available because the work force ISN’T RETIRING. We’ve seen the cost of higher education increase OVER 1,000% in the last four decades. A college credit that cost an day’s minimum wage in the 70’s costs us 60 days of work. Those of us who graduate with student loans are told that if we couldn’t afford it we shouldn’t have gone. Those who don’t go are told that we can’t expect a job without a college degree.

We’ve grown up in a world where the acceptance rate at Harvard is higher than the acceptance rate at a new Walmart. We’ve been told that you were grateful for you job flipping burgers, but you were paid the equivalent of $14-$15 an hour to do so. We’ve had employers cut our work week to 39 hours to get out of paying for our healthcare.

I’ve worked in fast food and you want to know a secret? I have never had a problem with teenagers. If they get rowdy or messy they mean no harm. In fact, most of them will stop if you tell them. All they want is a fucking milkshake and a corner to themselves The customers that cause the most problems? They’re middle aged. I had a customer berate me, cuss at me, and call me stupid and ask if I failed math when I told him he hadn’t given me enough money to pay his check. When he finally accepted he was in the wrong, he told me I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it because it was “bad customer service” even though any shortage comes out of my paycheck. That sense of entitlement is something I rarely see in millenials.

We’re told in legitimate publications, in TIME MAGAZINE, just how little you think of our generation, how little you RESPECT us and yet you ask for our unquestioning devotion. Well guess what, IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. You’ve ruined our economy, our housing market, our job market, our environment, and our climate. You continually mock us, demonize us, and leave us to clean up your messes.

RESPECT IS EARNED, and you have done nothing to earn it. And it’s ironic that I have to have this discussion here because at this moment you are the difficult people I am having to deal with.

        Stupid greeting. Everyone knew Captain America’s        real name was Steve. That was something she had        known long before meeting him. Whatever. She        couldn’t go back on it now, and the trick was to pull off        amnesia. She could manage that much. “ Director Fury        said you might be able to help me figure out my old        life, maybe even get some of my memories back? ”        She put a hopeful lift to her voice.

That hopeful note in her voice made his heart constrict but he hid it well behind one of his trademark, winning Captain America smiles. There was a brief moment where he got lost in remembering kneeling in front of a rifle challenging a Soviet assassin who was coming off the rails to shoot him.That had been a long tense few months, and even now sometimes were difficult between the two brothers. "As many as we possibly can, Carol," he finally answered, a confident smile on his face. He would never let on that he was afraid, that was the last thing she needed. "Yeah, yeah we are friends!" Steve actually laughed a bit at that. Oh if Carol could only really see him standing here waiting for a quick quip she'd never stop teasing him about having a soft spot for her snark.

Super serious post about Steve and his extra capabilities-

Steve Rogers is shown to be worthy of carrying Mjolnir, is one of few people capable of accessing Iron Man’s armory, and is one of two foreigners entrusted with the Black Panther’s technology. Steve is also one of the very few people that Wolverine truly trusts.

And then-

Steve loves apple cake.

It was humbling to know someone who had honestly gone up against some task or mission not expecting to walk away from it. But he seemed to gather those good people around him without trouble. Carol was exceptional though, she went up against everything, giving her all every time. And as much as they ribbed each other about rank, well she ribbed him, he honestly admired her.

He admired her even more now, however, now that they knew the extent of the cost it had on her. Her memories were gone. Utterly and completely vanished. So when Fury approached him, asking if Steve would help her out as one of her closest friends, after a brief joke about being their lucky amnesia recovery option, he agreed. He had gathered as many pictures and mementos as he could intent on introducing her to them slowly so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed.

One last furtive look around and a muttered, “where’s a tesseract when you need one,” and he deemed his apartment ready for her arrival. The small knock, nearly to the minute Fury mentioned made him grin, punctual as ever. He opened the door, surprisingly in casual clothes for once, a rare moment she’d undoubtedly make a crack at him for. Or would, had her memories been there.