Millennial women were told to chase our dreams. That’s left us burnt out, broke and dreaming of a rich patron | Carolin Würfel

By my age, my German boomer parents had kids, a house, a car, a garden. All I have is a nervous feeling whenever I open my banking app

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couple of weeks ago, I came across an Amy Poehler joke in which she sums up the different generational experiences of money: “Boomers are all about money. Gen X is like: ‘Is it all about money?’ Millennials ask: ‘Where is the money?’ And gen Z is like: ‘What is money?’”

It made me laugh – but it also hit a nerve. It felt painfully accurate and oddly comforting. Maybe it’s not just me. I’m a millennial, and financial insecurity has been a theme in my life for a while. But recently, it’s grown louder, and I literally can’t stop asking: “WHERE IS THE GODDAMN MONEY?”

I used to ask nicely. After all, I was raised to be a grateful, polite millennial – the kind who believed that magic always happens outside your comfort zone and therefore did unpaid internships in her 20s and sent thank-you emails after being underpaid. But no more. Hence the capital letters. I’m raging.