I’d Dye My Hair Pink Too – Yale Daily News

Esmeralda Vasquez-Fernandez 8:07 pm, Oct 10, 2025 Contributing Reporter Millennials did one thing right: indie sleaze. I wanted to be them, with their Tumblr accounts, their peak Coachella trips, and overwhelming sense of authenticity. They were cool. There was a wide gap between a Karen and a millennial. At least I thought. It was the Fourth of July in a SoCal beach town, so I was playing the most overzealous music I know: indie-sleaze. The soundscape of the ice cream joint where I worked was a blend of incessant customer chatter and vocalist Michael Angelakos’ falsetto. Only “Sleepyhead” could make me forget that I had been running on canned cold brew and stolen samples of gelato the entire summer. Standing behind the gelato case, I noticed how customers leaned forward, pressing on the glass — as though I were an artist they’d been dying to see. Instinctively, they craved closeness to what they wanted. Join the club. “Can I get a strawberry swirl sundae?”  A 30-year-old man was asking me this question. He was millennial. Very millennial. I instantly recoiled. His dated style reminded me of my elder sister’s equally millennial white mug. On the side of the mug, in
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