Humour: The middle order

Time was when people my age were expected to have, apart from the mandatory two children – one boy, one girl – a home, car, sizeable bank balance and sufficient standing in respectable society to their name. With ‘respectable society’ itself a contentious concept these days, stragglers like myself are somewhat vindicated in our dismissal of all the traditional markers of progress. This loosening of norms should ideally have eased life for us. But no. Where there is a human, there is a way to make existence more complicated than it needs to be. My generation of pre-millennials (I reject those classifications that slot me in the millennial category as ageist) is plagued by its own set of insurmountable issues, some of which are listed below.