OK, Boomer.
I had to go there. So much kerfuffle, nobody is listening to anybody. I'm going to weigh in anyway. This will be my shortest post this month, I promise.
By common standards I am considered a Boomer. A Late Boomer, because I boom when I want. I've heard we Late Boomers are the worst of the Boomers, but I'm not sure why. So when OK, Boomer started I will confess I felt a little hurt. Especially when my son posted a few defensive posts on Facebook. Like, really? Is this how my young friends and relatives see me?
And then I thought, Hell, no. They don't or they wouldn't want to hang out with me. It's not like I can afford to pay for their drinks. Also, Reticula! Snowflake much? Also, remember when you were 10 and everybody was saying you couldn't trust anybody over 30? Yeah, 30 was what we considered old then. Then again, maybe sometimes they do mean me. Maybe I could consider sometimes whether I'm dismissing people because of their age -- intentionally or not. Maybe when something becomes a source of conflict the best thing a person can do is listen.
And then I decided fuck all that. I may have been called a Boomer when I was born, but I really identify as a Perennial. A blooming fucking Perennial.
From now on please refer to me by my chosen generational title. If you must address me in the affirmative, you may say, "OK, Perennial." If you're uncertain though, "Yes, Ma'am" is always in good taste.
Until the next squirrel runs by .....
