Categorizing people via their generation has always felt a little arbitrary to me. I feel like it pigeonholes people, and they end up nestling into some form of a self fulfilling prophecy. In some instances when you were talking about the cultural landscape and peoples worldview/point of view, etc. But but I can also be, as we’ve seen over the past few days, very divisive. I am guilty of it. But ultimately I don’t care when you were born or how old/young you are. There is always something for me to learn from you. If you’re cool, that’s cool…if you’re an asshole, we’ll, we probably still have a lot in common.
When we look at the hellscape of 2020, does it really matter if you were born in 1945, 1985, we’re 2005? Let’s make it through another day together.