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In defense of my idiot generation

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Young people are dumb. We have been judged as such by the oh-so-in-love-with-themselves-boomers because we are reading Twilight over the erotic diaries of Anais Nin. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/03/05/AR2009030501541.html If you had choose between my thirteen year old niece’s favorite book or a woman who writes about getting it on with everything and kind-of looks like Hillary Clinton, who are you going with? I’ll take the Buffy knock-off. As Jane Austen once said: it is a truth universally acknowledged that no one wants to read about ugly people doing it. She may not have been a Beatnik, but Jane sure had good things to say. Saying young people are dumb is reverse-ageism. Anyone with half a brain would just come right out and say people are dumb and not limit it to an age bracket. Boomers are all the people in charge or working for the (inept) Federal government. They are corrupt and irritating and don’t understand why we Gen-Yers need 500 friends on Fac...

*My* Annual Year: 2008 in review, driven wholly by what I wrote down in my daily planner

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January I went to the dentist on January 4th at 10 AM. I purchase an electronic toothbrush with UV-light sanitizer for the head. My hygienist assures me it is the “Cadillac of toothbrushes.” I got my period on the 20th, which also happens to be Audrey’s birthday (designated, as are all birthdays in my planner, by a monster truck sticker). Pure coincidence, though I usually feel more fertile whenever I am around her. I was also probably suffering from seasonal depression by this point, because I diagnose myself with this each winter. Jim always says I can solve this by drinking more milk for the Vitamin D, but I don’t like milk, as a general rule. This just makes me feel more helpless. February I mail my tax return on Valentine’s Day. I also attend a Bon Jovi concert on the 28th and bought dog tags because I’m a cowboy, and on a steel horse I ride. I’m wanted. Dead or Alive. March I am supposed to go on a tour of the White House with my sister and her fifth grade class on the 15th, but ...