Making my way to my internship this morning, an idea struck me. We (not the royal we, but our generation) are different. We are. We are inherently different.

This struck me this morning as, for what seems like weeks now, people have been talking about or randomly referencing our generation – what year did it start? and the different nicknames and characteristics we have been ascribed thus far.

But you know what? Forget about that. I declare us the Generation Distracted by Shiny Objects.

No, we are not “Generation Y,” “Millennial Generation,” “Internet Generation,” “Information Age Generation,” or even the “MTV Generation” (those are my older siblings – Gen Xers).

As I just wrote, we are different. Growing up in, living and breathing a high-tech society has impacted our socialization process to the roots. We are so different than our parents that we teach them about
technology and society – not the other way around. Sure, our parents/grandparents/elders have taught us a lot, don’t misread me, but think about how many times you’ve taught someone older than you how to utilize new technologies/new media. Life has radically changed since we were born (ok – major over-generalization and really only applicable to the US and select other countries), thus we cannot be labeled as one thing or another.

We, like the constant technologies introduced daily into our lives, are always on to the next thing — distracted by shiny objects. I could maybe back this up with data on the number of us – Generation
DBSO- who have ADHD or ADD or who are addicted to the Internet and shiny objects (okay, I have no idea about that last claim and if there has even been a study done about this) but we are Internet-savvy. We are new media savvy– even if we use it to meet our own needs, we are still always obtaining new and exciting information (I like to acquire trivia bits – just ask the CCT folks and have 8 million tabs open in firefox to keep me engaged). Blackberries, starbucks, ipods/mp3 players are all items extensively utilized by us to keep moving and to let us get distracted by the next exciting and shiny object.

Maybe you disagree? Maybe I am full of fluff? These are just my thoughts this Wednesday morning as I wrap up school for the year and turn to my summer of fun.