In Response to Dear Generation Cupcake:

An open letter of sorts to Mike Stegall, who I have no doubt will never read this but I digress:

Dear Mr. Stegall,

I have to wonder if you’ve ever actually met anyone from my generation or if you’ve just seen us on television somewhere and you think that somehow makes you an expert. So let me introduce myself if I may, I’m Narcissa, I’m twenty-four years old, and I’ve been working for the past year and a half let’s say. I went to college and got a Bachelors but because of a shitty economy and the fact that mine is a college that basically just pumps out degrees, there are more people in my field than there are jobs. But don’t you worry, I have a job, I’m actually a supervisor and I make well above the minimum wage here in my state (Nevada), but even at that, even being in a supervisory position, I still have bills. And insurmountable student loan debt, and so I live with my mother. A single mother and a woman who for as long as I can remember has always had two jobs. I may have been a full time student for longer than you would approve of, but it was my mother who largely felt I should be a full time student. She respected me enough that she felt it was important I devote myself to my education.

The reason I became a supervisor at my work is because I worked my ass off for the company and for the position and while you may think I could possibly be the exception that proves the rule, I’d like to point out that a number of my friends are also doing very well and are hard workers. If anything we’re not the exception, we’re just the lucky ones. Because I looked for work after I graduating college. I applied for every job in my field there was, and this may be shocking to you, but as it turns out, even having a skill doesn’t make you qualified for every job. I’m a graphic designer, and I’m very good at it, but most companies want 3-5 years work experience just to even get a starting job in graphic design.

I don’t agree with everything my generation seems to be about that’s true, but that doesn’t make us spoiled or entitled or even soft. I don’t think it should be considered a crime not to want people to be an asshole to you in certain spaces. And let’s be clear, no one is saying that they don’t realize that hey life is hard and people are going to say mean things to you, but that doesn’t make it open season either. You should be allowed to have spaces that are safe.

I have to wonder if you don’t think that gay people are too soft or sensitive if they don’t want to be called fag; would you be mad if I called you a pretentious jackass? I suppose, for you that’s apples and oranges but the reality is Mr. Stegall it’s all the same.

Oh, and one more thing, because you felt the need to say things like be a man and be a lady, your 1950’s definition of what makes a lady and what makes a man are so tired and outdated it’s not even funny. I happen to be a woman, and guess what, I hold open doors for people all the time. It’s called manners in general. You don’t have to have a penis to hold open a door. I’d like to also add that, and not that it’s any of your business, but my boyfriend does treat me like a lady, but that does not make me any less of a “tramp”.

Oh and ps, I happen to love the name generation cupcake because I am to quote one of my favorite drag queens: Neat, petite, and ready to eat. 🙂

Have a nice day.

Transly yours,


PS: Oh yeah, I guess it goes without saying that I am also transgender which means in your book I probably need to go back and man up, my parents failed somewhere and I need to be peeing in the mensroom because obviously you know as much about women as you do young people.

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