I’m 35 and part of “Generation X” — the group of something-somethings who weren’t supposed to have any ambition other than paying for the Social Security and debt of the Selfish Generation.
The current generation, I dub “Generation Nod.” They are forever looking down. At the phones. Texting. Playing portable games. They never look up. An enterprising sociopath could rob an entire generation by just clubbing them — they’d never see it coming.