Big news this week! A BabyBoomer is retiring.
Yes, that was the Earth shuddering to a brief stop on its Axis before continuing on.
The most precious part is—how predictable—she is retiring so that her Coalition can identify new leadership who can better reach the Millennial Generation. Awesome. Fantastic.
Sometimes I think we should re-label Generation X the Ghost Generation. Because we really don’t exist in this country. We really don’t.
Oh! I’m sure no one meant to ignore me and mine, they just did. You know, it was just a thing that happened, no real reason or intent except that we’re not the BabyBoomer’s kids so we don’t matter, that’s all. (Because everything in the Universe revolves around the BabyBoomers.) Really, we don’t mind not existing, Right? And I can’t blame the Millennials, either. No one wants to raise their own parents, any more than Gen X is psyched about raising people who aren’t even their own parents. (And World War II Generation, it would have been nice if you had raised your own kids instead of giving them whatever they wanted to shut them up because that has such a fantastic End Stage.)
Well, I guess if I don’t exist, I can’t really make a donation. Or go to a demonstration. Or follow your Action Alerts. OK, maybe I could follow your action alerts, but I doubt my Ghosty fingers can forward your mass email to my Member of Congress.
To life in the Shadows, the Best Melanoma insurance money can’t buy.