I’d like to start off by saying that I am in fact a millennial, so my values are a lot different than the baby boomers. For starters, when I made my wedding registry I didn’t put $500 china on it. My Walmart plates will do just fine for Thanksgiving.
Now I know you are wondering where this is going and I’d like to tell you. When I look at the landscape across the midwest I see a lot of wind turbines and my first thought is not “Wow, I wish I could see more corn and sky.” My first thought is “Wow! Those are so cool and they are creating energy. Wonderful!” Again I didn’t buy china just to put in a cupboard and I don’t care that my “corn field gazing” was interrupted by a wind turbine. But hey, baby boomers I get it that corn is beautiful.
I’ll also admit that I am twenty-three and think I know everything, but here’s a fun fact: I have at least 15 extra years than the youngest anti-wind turbine person has. Trust me when I tell you that 95% of millennials are pro-wind turbine. Why? Because we’d like to raise our grandchildren on a planet that stills exist and isn’t out of coal. Wild. Absolutely wild.
Listen Linda, I heard your concern about the flickering that occurs and I found you a solution so crazy it might just work! Hear me out: curtains. Again we are going back to owning things that you don’t use such as the china. Curtains aren’t just decorative items they have a purpose.
Remember when all the workers came into northwest Iowa to put up the wind turbines and how the local bars and rentals were actually being used? That’s called profit. Another absolutely wild concept. For six months to a year local business were actually turning better profits than they have in many years.
I get it, baby boomers, change is hard. Even good change takes a lot of getting used to. It is no different than buying a bigger, better house. Yeah it’s a great house, but you’re always going to miss your crappy, little house just a little bit.
However, your arguments that are based on little to no factual evidence are getting old. The animals will come back like they did when the roads were put in. The birds hitting the turbines is no different than the hundreds of birds that get hit by cars every single day. But I don’t see Linda walking to work even though it’s three blocks away. Linda is still going to drive her gas guzzling Buick La Sabre three blocks and run over not just a bird, but probably a bunny too. The horror.
But what do I know? I am just a lazy millennial with a four-year degree and full-time job.
— Katey Rinehart