Heidi Stevens scores a thoroughly delightful column in the Chicago Tribune that Baby Boomers must read.
“Teens say ‘OK, Boomer’ is the perfect response because it’s blasé but cutting,” the [New York] Times reported. “It’s the digital equivalent of an eye roll. And because boomers so frequently refer to younger generations as ‘snowflakes,’ a few teenagers said, it’s particularly hilarious to watch them freak out about the phrase.”
Ah yes, How deserved. Having lived through the hatching of the Boomer generation, I recall it to be a smug, holier-that-thou batch of self-important, self-styled revolutionaries, who delighted in overthrowing the disgusting, stifling and middle class norms of the older generation. (Sound familiar?)
One of the Boomer’s favorite slogans was “Never trust anyone
over 30.” Now Boomers are twice that age, counting on the younger generation to bail them out of all the debt Boomers rang up.
So, lay on, Snowflakes. Give Boomers a taste of their own medicine. Enjoy it while you can. Because someday, a new generation will find your Snowflake generation as old-fashioned and laughable as you now find Boomers.
Disclosure: I’m not a Boomer. I was born in January, 1942, just two months after World War II began, too old to be catalogued as a Boomer. I’m a member of the no-name generation that preceded the Boomers. To read why I am glad to be a no-namer, see my “My no-name generation” article that also appeared in what was my favorite magazine, the now-shuttered Weekly Standard.
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