Now that you're over 30, what's it like not trusting
yourself?
Ask them for a job.
Wear an Altamont Security t-shirt.
Laugh at photos of them in love-beads.
Quote "Repo Man."
Ask them about the future of social security.
Tell them you find a lot to like about Richard Nixon.
Drive down their suburban streets with the rap cranked.
Don't give them the extra hot sauce they asked for.
Remind them of their lost youth.
"You were at Woodstock? So what?"
Ask them if the brown acid really was that bad after all.
Go to school. Study real hard. Become a teacher. Teach
their children.
Go see "Easy Rider" and laugh at inopportune
times.
Pretend you don't know who Ringo Starr is.
Give intentionally bad service at McJob.
Ask them if they lived on a commune.
"All that debauchery, don't you feel cheap?"
Ignore them.
Ask about 'free love' when you arrive to date their
daughters.
Point out that all of the characters in "The Big
Chill" were incredible losers. Ditto for
"Thirtysomething".
Spike their olive bread and goat cheese sandwich with
acid at your deli counter job.
Laugh like crazy they tell you that they paid $125 to
have someone dress up like Barney and entertain their
kids for an hour at a birthday party.
Ask them why they didn't want to elect a president who
didn't serve in Vietnam but they spat on the soldiers who
did.
Offer an entree called the Woodstock burger - onion,
lettuce, tomato, mayo, on toasted sourdough with *no*
beef.
Ask them if they've been honing their computer skills
because, you know, times are changing rapidly, and you
GOT TO KEEP UP!
I don't see why we should have fought in Vietnam. Why
couldn't we let the South Americans solve their own
problems?
Tell them you don't care where they were when Kennedy was
shot.
Ask them where they were when the Challenger blew up.
"Strawberry Alarm Clock? Isn't that something that
pregnant women are always having cravings for?"
Remind them of "Laugh-In."
So, did you really vote for George McGovern?
Point out that your rent is less than their property
taxes.
Remind them how expensive it is to get a house painted
these days.
"You know, when I started school tuition was 15K but
by the time I graduated it was up to 23K. I wonder how
much it will be when little Timmy graduates high
school?"
Call attention to his toupee.
Dig up pictures of them wearing technicolor polyester
leisure suits. Distribute them freely.
"Yeah, Neil Young's great but those other three guys
really sucked."
"The Rolling Stones? Aren't they the band that did
that really lame cover of Devo's 'Satisfaction'?"
Ask them why Pete Townshend didn't die before he got old.
Do a donut on their lawn in your broken down pick-up
truck.
Point out that Generation Xers will be teaching their
(remaining) children.
"Wow! Minivans have the highest recall rate of any
passenger vehicles. I wonder what's wrong with
them?"
Ask about the human resource optimization course they
took in MBA school.
"What did Neal Young do before being discovered by
Pearl Jam?"
Sing "In the Year 2525, Social Security will no
longer be alive."
"Chappa-WHAT-ick?"
"What was life like before Velveeta?"
"CSNY - that's that clothing store in New York,
right? The one with the neat shopping bags?"
When they refer to Woodstock say, "Well, I liked
Snoopy better. He didn't talk with those little
exclamation points."
If you are in a very large metropolis, attend a concert
sponsored by that radio station in a large public venue
(e.g. Central Park in NY). Note the attendance. Comment
on the behavior of the crowds there, and compare it to
Woodstock.
At social gatherings, ignore them and talk computers with
their kids in UNIX. "You grepped your sucatash
because you don't like the korn kernels!"
Next time they mistake you for a clerk/salesman direct
them to an imaginary department through a poorly marked
fire escape.
Alternatively, mistake them for a clerk/salesman and ask
them where the personnel department is.
Poke your umbrella through the spoke of their child's 4
wheel-drive ABS baby stroller.
Ask them if they have found themselves yet.
Ask them why they let geeks on infomercials rip them off
by selling them music that they already have.
Graduate from Kent State. Join the National Guard.
Go to their favorite gourmet restaurant. Ask the people
at the next table what it takes to get some ketchup in a
dump like this.
Point and laugh hysterically at people in BMWs.
"Hey! What's it stand for? Big Money Waste?"
Become a whitewater rafting "adventure guide."
Smile and get paid absurd amounts of money to soak
Boomers literally and figuratively.