When bees build hives between walls,
I’ve started writing this on International Women’s Day. Every year, this day sets me back in my seat as I’m reminded of the strong, powerful, and fearless women that exist in this world. Each year, there’s a little part of International Women’s Day that speaks to me more than all the others depending on what I’m focusing on in my life at that time. I remember vividly in 2015, looking through photos of women in the motorcycle industry that have been welcoming beacons into a hobby that I knew nothing about. They don’t know me. They have no idea I follow their motorcycle trips on social media and watch in awe and amazement as they take the power to do these things I couldn’t have even imagined. I remember waking up one International Women’s Day to pictures flooding my timeline of the "Fearless Girl" Statue on Wall Street, wearing a motorcycle helmet. I remember being blown away at that image. I stared at it. It stopped me in my tracks, and I thought to myself, “Why is that so powerful?”
If you’ve spent any amount of time on Pinterest, Facebook, or any other social media that is flooded with inspirational quotes that make you want to get up off your ass, but like, not enough to actually get up off your ass. You’ve probably seen this paragraph in one format or another:
If I had a dollar for every time I called my poor mother to say, “I don’t know why no one will f*cking hire me,” I’d never have to walk into another interview again. When I lived in Daytona Beach, I ran out of jobs within a 50 mile radius to apply for on Indeed. I wouldn’t get calls back, I wouldn’t get contacted after interviews, and I felt like I was left for dead. I’d sit in front of my computer for hours tinkering with my resume and cover letter thinking THAT was going to be what got me the next job. Upon moving to Mississippi, I prepared myself for the struggle of the job hunt …Again. I spent days emailing companies, and submitting application, after application, after application, after application to every position that seemed like it might pay enough to cover my student loan. Let me tell you, I finally hit the jackpot. I got a call back for a Human Resources Coordinator position that I literally didn’t even remember applying for; five interviews later, I got the job.
In the last 365 days, I’ve had four different zip codes. I’ve lived in three states, worked four different jobs, and tried to make four different buildings feel like home. If you’re a chronic traveler, mover, wanderer, or hopeful searcher like I am, this is for you. If you’ve spent your entire life in one place, and you’re finally planning that big move to a new place, knowing it won’t be the last time you pack your boxes and make the trek, this is for you. These are three tips I wish someone would have told me to prepare for (and make the most of!) this lifestyle, before I had ever packed my first bag.
The Millennial Generation is known as the generation that is offended by everything. We are told constantly that we take things too seriously, we’re too sensitive, and too self-righteous; we’re seen as a generation that needs to “grow up and stop whining” (Proud). Yet, as the micro, and not so micro, aggressions of our time continue to roar, I think it’s safe to say we have to question what the millennials are offended for. In the case of comedy, we come in contact with jokes which harness sexism, racism, and ableism for their own purposes. This is why I, an over-sensitive, too self-righteous, and concerned millennial, do not think your joke is funny.