But a 24-year-old user labelled the emoji “super rude” while pointing out the generational shift in how we communicate.
They wrote: “For younger people (I’m 24 for reference) the thumbs up emoji is used to be really passive aggressive. It’s super rude if someone just sends you a thumbs up. So I also had a weird time adjusting because my workplace is the same.
“So yeah it’s a generational communication culture difference. Everyone my age in the office doesn’t do it, but the Gen X people always do it. Took me a bit to adjust and get out of my head that it means they’re mad at me.”
A third person shared: “It probably feels unsettling because it’s impersonal, and based just off this post, you seem like the kind of person who prefers more genuine interactions with others.”
And another added: “Damn I’m embarrassed to be Gen-Z. It’s just a thumbs-up. Don’t search so deep.”
So next time you’re thinking about popping that pesky thumb at the end of your message, maybe think twice and just leave it out.
Unless you are trying to be passive aggressive, in which case whack about five on the end.
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