I am used to resentment by Gen Xers such as me of Boomers. Boomers are the bosses who don't get it, the collapsers of their depression-kid parents' pension schemes for the sake of post M&A "rationalization", triumphailists who leave others to pick up the pieces, hippies turned neo-cons. Why wouldn't the bunch of them make you gag a wee bit now and then?
So I read section L of the Globe last Saturday, and there is Johanna Schneller, once workpal of my pal Brent [whose interview of Halifax's Melanie Doane of Friday afternoon on the occassion of her new album was great, by the way] slagging the younger pups, the Generation Y's, for having self-esteem...confidence. Just wacky.
Like the rich, they, these kids, are not like us. I used to gather the biologically post-punk boys down at silverorange once a month [in a scene that felt like an ad for Quacker Oatmeal] to field questions about the good old days of nuclear fear. It takes up a whole chapter of the book Gen X and pervades the slacker ideal. One of the big things that makes Johanna and me and the others who hit high school in time for both punk rock and the Ronnie and Leonid show is that we thought in the back of our minds that we were going to be arbitrarily fried by gamma rays any day. And that sucked.