As I rode the bus to work today, an older woman sitting next to me grumbled a statement clearly directed at me (and a girl around my age across the bus).
“The front seats are for the elderly and disabled, and there’s some young people sitting there while some old lady is standing up. Fucking incredible.” (this is as close to the quote as I remember)
Well, miss bile-filled old lady, since I am a nice guy, I didn’t spew bile right back on you. I was quite torqued, though, and I figure here, in my little internet-corner, I can reply properly, semi-anonymously, and with thoughts refined to a razor’s point — it would have been a bit more like bludgeoning, before my daily caffeine.
Your generation (not you individually, perhaps, but nevertheless) has led this country into a floundering two-front war, buried our government in debt, trashed the financial market, and poisoned our earth. You guys have done your best to run this society into the ground before handing over the keys to us, and on top of it all, you want us to pay for your social security. As far as I’m concerned, we don’t owe you a goddamn thing. Sure, some older individuals might warrant my respect, or adoration, or love, because they’ve been an important part of my life, but I’m not going to suck up to every fucking baby boomer I see just because they were born between 1946 and 1964.
In deliberate ignorance of these slights, I don’t judge any individual boomer differently from any other person I encounter on the bus. Everyone, initially, is 1:1 (or better yet, 0:0), so far as I’m concerned. Yes, your bigoted ass included. So, while I might not volunteer my seat to an older person, this doesn’t mean I’m out to get them. I’m sure, if they were to ask, I’d gladly let them sit — I’m just not going out of my way to accommodate someone of which I literally hold no opinion. A lot of us are like this; fact is, we don’t know you. Again, it doesn’t mean we dislike you, but we aren’t going to coddle you either.
So, old lady, next time you’re on the bus, and want to sit, try asking a member of my generation for their seat. See how it goes — I bet they’ll give it to you.
Unless you ask me, at which point I’ll tell you to piss off and find a nice dark alley in which you can die alone and unwanted, you venomous wrinkled hag.