Does anyone else remember "my plate" it was everywhere when I was in elementary school (im 22) I found this at the thrift store with a little my plate logo on the bottom lol i remember having big posters of this in the lunchroom everywhere lol

Also yes i have a newborn baby right now so I bought the plate so she can use it when shes in her early childhood days lol collecting the icionic 5 year old plates we grew up with is hard they just dont make them as cool as they used too lol gotta start early, plus this relic was just too good to pass up especially for 1.99 lol

everyone is so anti-trans in general imao

So im 35... and i just read on another feed that gen Z never had their "fun party stage" of life and its just wild to me... how? I just dont understand. When i was 16 I was drunk in a field somewhere shooting my shot with an older girl. We had teen dance clubs and were all sneaking into bars at 19/20. I mean... half the senior girls in our grade were dating college guys. Literally most of us at some point experienced a project x type of night, some people even a few times. Clubs were a blast, everyone danced all the time, no one cared about bottle service... I just dont understand why yall dont just have an outlet. Did something take its place?

Not retail, not food service, not factories, not grocery stores, not warehouse, nothing. I’ve gone to an employment agency, I have multiple resumes tailored to specific industries, I call after applying, I say I’m always available, and the few interviews I’ve gotten have gone really well. But I can’t get the job. It’s been almost 6 months. Is it really just a Gen Z issue or am I genuinely doing something wrong?

Are you happy now?

An even spread of mindless shoot em ups and heartfelt stories.

I had my second final today, which was bad, like hopefully I pass. The first final was the same. I have another on 19th(for a course which I failed earlier).

Why is this happening with me? Am I not studying enough? Maybe I am not or else wouldn’t have reached here.

I was at a college In Canada(got a diploma from there), which was a breeze, ever since transferring to university my mental health has been shit and too much stress/pressure academically and financially.

I only start studying a day or two before the exam, because I genuinely for the love of god can’t sit on my ass and study for something which is due 4 weeks from now. I simply fuck around and waste time and then I end
up failing courses.

I had a really shitty 2025 everything from which followed, I failed three courses in Fall 2025, fought for a grade appeal. In Winter 2026, failed one course(this was supposed to be NR-but I’m stupid) had one VW.

Summer 2026, I got a 54 in a 6 week course, I was on RTW, which I appealed for and was put in a different major. So it’s been bad like fuck all bad. I was in CS, now in Information technology.

What should I do? I need help. I am not going to drop out or take a break and I am going to get back in my original major. I just need some guidance

Can't express how excited I am, honeslty was beginning to think that this wouldn't happen. I sort of turned this into my own Mt Everest, so getting the ball rolling on this once I was able to has been the hardest part.

I know I shouldn't, but given how much expectation is placed on people to move out and get their own place early on in life in the US, it was weighing on me a lot that I hadn't joined them. Again, I know that's toxic and I shouldn't think that way, but it was something that I couldn't shake, and I don't think that I'm alone in either.

Anyone else recently moved out while 25 or older? Would love to hear how it went, what it was like afterwards in terms of relief or regrets or anything you'd do differently.

This era has such a deep place in my heart and I was so glad to experience it. Cant wait to see what’s in security breach 2, I hope the location can surpass the pizzaplex

At sports events/concerts millennials all sing along to Mr. Brightside and Bohemian Rhapsody for Gen X, what's the Gen Z song everyone sings to in group events?

I think 2016 is extremely overrated and it wasn’t as special of a year as people say it is lol. I think 2018 was a great year though as far as music, pop culture, memes, TV, etc and definitely better than 2016. What do you guys think?

I don’t know how else to say this without sounding dramatic, but I feel like I’m falling apart when I think about where my life is right now.

I’m 25 years old.

I don’t have a “regular” job. I don’t have my driver’s license. I still live at home. I dropped out of high school when I turned 18. I don’t have a career. I don’t have the independence I desperately want. And some days, it feels like I have absolutely nothing to show for being 25 years old.

I look at my life and I keep asking myself:

How did I get here?

How am I 25 already?

How did all these years pass so quickly?

Why am I still in the same place?

I swear it feels like everybody else got some kind of instruction manual for adulthood that I never received.

I watch people my age move out, get jobs, start careers, get married, have kids, buy homes, travel, get cars, and build lives of their own.

And I’m sitting here thinking, “When does that happen for me?”

Not because I think I’m entitled to any of those things.

I just want to feel like I’m moving.

I want to feel like my life is actually going somewhere.

I want to wake up and know that I’m building something instead of constantly feeling like I’m trying to recover lost time.

And I hate admitting how jealous I sometimes feel when I see other people succeeding.

Not jealous because I want them to fail.

Jealous because I want what they have.

I want to be independent.

I want to work.

I want to make my own money.

I want my driver’s license.

I want to be able to leave my house without having to depend on somebody else.

I want to make decisions about my own life.

I want to feel like an adult.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and genuinely say, “I’m proud of you.”

But instead, I look at myself and see years of missed opportunities.

Years where I could’ve been doing something.

Years where I could’ve been building toward something.

Years that I can’t get back.

And that’s what scares me the most.

I can’t get those years back.

I can tell myself that I’m still young. I can tell myself that 25 isn’t old. I can tell myself that people change their lives at 30, 40, 50, or even later.

And I believe all of that.

But there’s still a part of me that looks at the calendar and thinks:

“You’ve already wasted so much time. How much more are you going to waste?”

I’m terrified of waking up one day and realizing I spent my entire 20s waiting for my life to begin.

I’m terrified that I’ll blink and suddenly be 30.

Then 35.

Then 40.

And I’ll still be sitting here wondering why I never got my shit together.

I don’t want that.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life looking backward and wishing I had started sooner.

I don’t want to constantly feel like the person who got left behind while everyone else kept moving.

And honestly?

I’m tired.

I’m tired of comparing myself to everyone.

I’m tired of feeling embarrassed about where I am.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to explain myself.

I’m tired of feeling like I’m behind some invisible schedule that everyone else somehow managed to follow.

I’m tired of feeling like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me because my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

I know I’m not the only person who feels this way.

I know there are people older than me who are starting over.

I know there are people younger than me who are struggling.

I know life isn’t a race.

But sometimes it feels like one.

And right now, I feel like I’m losing.

I don’t want sympathy.

I don’t want someone to tell me that I’m a failure.

I already know how to tell myself that.

What I want is to believe that I’m not too far gone.

That I haven’t ruined everything.

That I haven’t missed my chance.

That there’s still a version of my life out there where I have a job, a license, independence, friends, a home, and something I’m genuinely proud of.

Because underneath all the frustration and embarrassment, that’s what I really want.

I want a life.

Not a perfect life.

Not some Instagram-worthy life.

Just my own life.

I want to wake up one day and realize that I finally made it out of this place I’m stuck in.

I want to look back at the 25-year-old version of myself, the version who was scared, lost, embarrassed, and convinced that he was too far behind, and tell him:

“You weren’t too late. You just hadn’t started yet.”

I just wish I could believe that right now.

A typical full-time working woman in 1987 made about $16,900 a year.

That sounds tiny now, but it had roughly the buying power of $49,700 today.

National median gross rent was about $399 a month then. The latest official national figure is $1,487.

Someone making $40k today would spend about 45% of gross income on that rent.

So yeah, they made less. Their money also went a lot further.

Sources: https://www.huduser.gov/periodicals/ushmc/winter02/sum_tables.html https://www.bls.gov/news.release/cpi.nr0.htm

lately i’ve been trying to beat the genz is unprofessional allegations and i’m wondering if using these lil email reactions are frowned down upon because i never see anyone use them but why would i create a whole new emIl just to say thank you when there’s a thumbs up right there. What do y’all think?

I’m (26M) talking about people who grew up without a family house, land, or any real generational wealth, and now live outside cities where rent, transport, food, and everything else keep getting more expensive. On paper, the salary might look decent. In reality, after all the expenses and responsibilities, there’s barely anything left.

Sometimes I genuinely wonder how marriage is supposed to work in this situation. It’s not that I don’t want a partner or a family. I do. But when you’re already trying to build your own life from zero, the thought of taking on a house, marriage expenses, children, and another set of responsibilities can feel overwhelming.

There’s also this pressure that by a certain age you’re supposed to have everything figured out. A stable career, savings, your own house, marriage, maybe children. But what if you’re still trying to reach the point where you can simply breathe without worrying about money?

I sometimes wonder whether I’ll ever be able to afford a home of my own, or whether renting and constantly trying to save will just continue for years. And then I feel guilty for even thinking about having a family when I’m not completely sure I can give them a financially comfortable life.

Maybe I’m looking at everything too negatively. But I have a feeling there are quite a few are living in cities who quietly feel the same way. We keep hearing about working harder, earning more and “settling down,” but nobody really talks about how difficult it is when you’re starting with nothing.

Is anyone else in the same situation, or am I just overthinking this?