The Premium Mediocre Life of Maya Millennial

Author: Venkatesh Rao URL: https://ribbonfarm.com/2017/08/17/the-premium-mediocre-life-of-maya-millennial/ One-line: “Premium mediocre” is not bad taste — it is a deliberate, self-aware strategy: buying the cheap signifiers of a class you cannot yet afford, in order to stay eligible for the lucky break that is now the only real route into it.

The argument

Rao’s term arrives as a joke — the food at a fast-casual restaurant struck him as “premium mediocre” — and the essay’s achievement is turning the joke into a class theory. Premium mediocre is the truffle oil on the fries. It is the signature edition, the French-for-no-reason branding, the thing that is mediocre at its core and premium only in some cheap peripheral respect.

The first move is to insist this is not false consciousness in the ordinary sense. Maya Millennial is entirely aware that what she is consuming is mediocre. In an age of Yelp reviews and Twitter, you would have to live under a rock not to know how your consumption reads to more tasteful peers. So the usual condescending reading — deluded people mistaking Applebee’s for luxury — is wrong, and Rao spends real effort ruling it out.

The second move supplies the actual motive, and it is economic. Rao’s premise is that genuine upward mobility has become difficult and heavily luck-dependent, while the surrounding narrative of pure meritocracy remains loudly performed and not widely believed. Given those conditions, the rational strategy is to look like someone in control of their destiny while actually playing the odds of a casino economy. He compresses it into one sentence: premium mediocrity is dressing for the lifestyle you’re supposed to want, in order to hold on to the lifestyle you can actually afford — for now — while trying to engineer a stroke of luck. His metaphor is the towel in The Hitchhiker’s Guide: a display maintained to attract a particular kind of serendipity. His financial metaphor is sharper — it is a naked call option: selling what you do not own, looking the part and scrambling to acquire the skill only if someone hints they might buy. Like any option it has an expiry date.

The third move is the one that gives the essay its unexpected tenderness. Rao argues the performance runs in two directions at once. Backward, it is staged for parents — a false consciousness manufactured by children who want to spare their parents the knowledge that, despite good parenting, they are struggling. Forward, it is staged for the new economy’s winners, who need to believe their meritocratic playbook is working on schedule, that exceptional outcomes can be commonplace. The hypnotism, he says, has always run both ways.

He then places Maya against two siblings who refuse her bargain. Molly Millennial, the artisan barista, genuinely cultivates taste and lives in “sincerely aestheticized precarity” — meaning without money. Max Millennial, the geo-arbitraging lifestyle designer, chases money without meaning (“four-hour workweek my ass” — Rao thinks the Bali crowd works among the hardest of anyone). Maya refuses to give up either, so she fakes both for a while in hope of acquiring both for good. Rao’s verdict, stated as deliberate redemption rather than neutral analysis, is that hers is the correct choice: she is the risk-taker who wants it all.

The essay also contains the line that outlived everything else in it — the observation that the structural boundary of the age is the API, and that you are either above it or below it, either telling machines what to do or being told by one. That phrase escaped the essay and has been load-bearing in a decade of labour writing since.

Rao’s ending is genuinely optimistic, which surprises people who only know the phrase. The premium mediocre class are the cultural market makers, the stone-soup instigators the new economy needs in order to emerge at all — which is what he thinks the retreat-from-the-future crowd fails to understand.

Notable quotes

Premium mediocrity is creating an aura of exclusivity without actually excluding anyone.

Premium mediocrity is dressing for the lifestyle you’re supposed to want, in order to hold on to the lifestyle you can actually afford.

Maya Millennial, you see, is the basic bitch. A risk-taker who wants it all. Meaning and money.

Provenance

Reached Kyle as a recommendation from a friend — his note on the list records it only as “From Sachin” — and was filed into the Apple Note “Things To Internet”.

Archived text

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Connections

• Status as a Service — Eugene Wei’s essay is the supply-side counterpart: Rao explains why people need cheap status signifiers, Wei explains how platforms industrialise the supply of them.
• Venkatesh Rao — the author, and this is the piece most often used as the entry point to his work.
• Ribbonfarm — the publication; the post is filed there under its own “highlights tour” of historically significant posts.
• Consumerism — premium mediocre is a specific and unusually precise account of what modern consumption is actually purchasing, which is optionality on class rather than pleasure.
• Taste — the Molly Millennial contrast is an argument that taste and strategy are genuinely different pursuits, and that choosing taste has a cost.
• Authenticity — Rao’s insistence that the performance is knowing rather than deluded reframes the whole authenticity debate: the mask is worn deliberately and both audiences know it.
• Social Capital — the towel-in-Hitchhiker’s-Guide mechanism is a bid for serendipitous social capital rather than for goods.