


But I stand my ground in saying that, when the cultural history of the Millennial generation is finally written, it will be hard to find a work of art that better represents the Millennial condition than “Renegade.”

You might even point out that it’s irrational to draw a character portrait of anything as impossibly broad as a “generation” in the first place. The internet release of Radiohead’s In Rainbows is right up there, and so is Barack Obama’s candidacy in 2008. Nonetheless, I have a prediction to make: Jay Z’s “Renegade” will be remembered as the single most significant cultural moment in the making of the Millennial generation. This event could very well be the election of Donald Trump to the office of President. Or I could watch in stunned disbelief for the second time in my short life as an event as cataclysmic as 9/11 shakes my faith in the American social contract to its core. I could leave my hometown of Seattle and decide that Mexico is a safer bet as far has holding on to a semblance of mental health is concerned. And as a child of first-world privilege, I’m probably right in that assessment. At 30 years old, I allow myself to think that I’ve got a long and happy life ahead of me.
