An hour ago, I turned 50, making me eligible for the AARP and presumably qualifying me for all of the jobs that baby boomers have been keeping me out of all of my life. Or maybe not. Those guys are probably going to keep working until I die. Hell, they’ll probably kill me.
Frankly, I’m not one of those people who cares much about my own birthday. I learned that as a kid, no one’s ever around the last week of August to help you celebrate. But if you’re lying on a tropical beach somewhere, to paraphrase Wreckless Eric, tip a margarita in my honor and enjoy it, and think about the millions of Generation Xers moving their way forward.
If you are a member of the millennial generation, take heart. Unlike our parents’ generation, we actually like you guys and want to help you out.