This is what I texted to my friend, Elena*. Elena, besides being one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, is in many ways the
quintessential millennial that Baby Boomers love to wax on about in New York Times' op-eds. She’s in the middle of her generation’s age-range. She paid over six figures in
student loans, with an additional five figures of mounting interest, to qualify for a job in Manhattan that pays on the higher end of five figures. She commutes an hour to work both ways on the subway where a 10-hour-a-day job awaits her; she knits; sees her family once a week; and she's navigating through this city’s gag gift known as dating in the Big Apple.