You listened to the Beatles and we created file sharing, the greatest musical revolution since then. What did you do? Disco. You parents went to the moon – it will be my generation that returns. The morality of a life well-lived is said to be leaving a world for your children greater than the one you entered. But ours is the first generation to defend the environment, to live up to this promise. We will release the animals you have caged and clear the skies you have polluted. Yes, we may marry later, when we marry at all but we divorce less. And it seems only the gall of a failed generation would decry ours for not having your virtues when it was yours charged with the filial responsibility to instil them in us.
Instead we find you co-opting our world view. The largest emerging market for luxury goods is the grey one. Every day we see stories of the financial recklessness of the baby boomers, squandering our inheritance on the frivolities you make us manufacture. Where are your lauded principles of a life well worked in yr fight not to raise the retirement age? And when you slip into the cushy retirement from which you condemn us, and which will be our responsibility to fund, consider your sanctimonious bankruptcy. For, be assured, we will not forget it as our medical advances remain the only thing that can feed yr final display of the gross selfishness that you accuse us of, yr stubborn refusal to die.
