Wandering around Lincoln Square Mall before dinner, I’m amazed to see how empty and quiet it is. Once upon a time, it was a busy, bustling place full of people. But now, it seems more like a desert than a bazaar.

There are so many different names for all the different generations, it seems hard to keep track of all the titles. I remember arguing with my friends over whether we are “Generation Y” or “Generation Q” or the “Millennials” the other day, and finally today I have come to the conclusion that we are “Generation Ridiculous.”

As I turned on the TV Thanksgiving day, commercials immediately flashed at me displaying “amazing” holiday deals.