Man, this cartoon really hit home for me, although I fall in that weird in-between generation gappy place, having been born in 1979 and thus fitting either with the end of X or the beginning of Millennial, depending on whatever definition you're using - I call us "Li'l Xies".
My boyfriend, though, born in 1990*, freshly out of grad school and $60k in student loan debt, searching desparately for a job in NYC and now filling out applications for Trader Joe's and local bookstores and supermarkets... it's tough. And he doesn't even own a smartphone or play video games. His mom can't work due to cancer and his stepdad is looking for work at 65. He's one struggling Millennial. (And I am one struggling Li'l Xie, his cohabitator and supporter, lucky as hell to be employed.)
*I prefer the term "puma" to "cougar", thanks.