By Todd Lancaster
It looks like the chickens have come home to roost.
For a Baby Boomer generation that coined the phrase “Never trust anyone over 30,” it now has a new generation mocking it.
Those members of the Millennials and Generation Z are now treating boomers like they are standing on the boomer’s lawn and engaging in shenanigans. And to make matters worse, they mock them with the phrase, “OK, Boomer.” My response to them is, “That is a bunch of malarkey and GET OFF MY PORCH, Dang namit.”
The boomer generation spans 1946 to 1964 (although I have heard that has been extended to 1965 as well) and is by far the generation that future generations will be measured against.
We are a funny generation with an impressive lineage, that goes from Hippies to Yuppies, Beaver to M*A*S*H and Elvis Presley to Elvis Costello. Those at the beginning of the generation have little in common with those at the end, and those in the middle have everything in common with all.
The Boomer resumé is complete: we protested against a war that went on way too long, we fought for environmental sanity; we could roll a joint with one hand and we own the entire catalog of decent music. We were also raised by television and were lucky enough to have role models like Peter, Greg, Bobby, Marcia, Cindy and Jan to guide us like a bridge over the troubled water of our youth. Unfortunately, we also somehow allowed Nixon to be elected twice, so I guess we weren’t perfect.
Boomers are also the people who brought the information age into the forefront. It was the boomers who took Encyclopedia Britannica and put it all in your back pocketidia. We linked the world with the internet and allowed cat videos to make the world a better place.
Millennials, on the other hand, are very different. They are angry about climate change in spite of the fact that they can get weed with a doctor’s consent, and believe pop stars are created by dialing 1-800-THE-VOICE.
They are being raised by their phones and Xboxes, and think the first letter of every word is “i”, and if that weren’t enough, they allowed … well, you-know-who to be elected. I asked my Generation Z daughter who Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young were, and she thought they were a personal injury law firm.
If you think that is bad, I was recently visiting a trendy Bloomington restaurant before attending a Bob Dylan concert. Bob has his own line of small-batch whiskey, and I ordered a shot to celebrate what could be one of the last chances to see the legend live.
The waitress (who considered herself way more hip than the aged boomer couple sitting at her table) seemed very unimpressed with my choice in beverages. She said, “You said you want a Bob Evans whiskey?”
I looked at her with amazement and said, “You have never heard of Bob Dylan, have you?” I told her he won 10 Grammys, an Oscar and a Nobel Peace Prize and is considered THE icon for the entire 1960s. I then added, “He may be the most important artist of the ‘60s not named The Beatles.”
She smugly turned away and said, “I guess that would be more relevant if I’d ever heard of the Beatles, either.”
I just sighed, knowing a little part of me had died.
The only thing that crossed my mind then was to turn to her and say, “OK, non-Boomer,” and put her tip money back into my groovy new medicinal marijuana fund.