Gen-Z does not like ‘passive aggressive’ thumbs up emoji Check the 1st comment 👇👇

Gen-Z has a lot of differences from the generations before them.

And we might not understand all of them, but it might do well for us to understand some of them so we can always be in the know.

This piece will tell you about how something that might be innocuous for us can be considered ‘rude’ to someone else.

Keep reading to know more…

From Baby Boomers and Gen-Xs’ confusion about millennials, now comes everyone

being confounded by Generation Z. There are a lot of behaviors that Gen Z

(much like any young generation has) displays that are not as easily understood by those older than them.

A lot of young people apparently do not think the ‘thumbs up’ emoji is a nice one and

consider it to be ‘passive agressive’ referring it to as something that can even prove to be ‘triggering’ to some of them.

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