The cover story of this week’s New York magazine — written by Noreen Malone — entitled “The Kids Are Actually Sort of Alright,” aims to provide some sort of framework for today’s twentysomethings, who “Gchat, a million tiny windows blinking orange with hopes and dreams and YouTube links, with five-year plans and lunch plans,” whatever that means. The article has a photo slideshow of various defiant and brooding New York City twentysomethings with marker-scrawled masking tape fastened across their chests, bearing statements like “BRIGHT BUT UNCERTAIN,” “YOU HAVE NO IDEA,” and, my personal favorite, “LEAVE SOME FOR US.”