About the Generations Thing

And about the generations thing. I don't really get it.

I see some slumping doofus walking down the street, long hair, scruffy beard, slack stoner smile, knit cap, I swear I saw that guy in 1967, 1974, 1986... in Tulsa, in Santa Fe, in Little Rock, in Chicago... What gen is he? Yes.

My native family spanned the baby boomers from pre-boomer to tail-end, with my oldest sibling born before the war's end, my youngest sib born in 1958. But the boomers were a genuine thing, a big statistical bulge in post-war births, with a seriously monolithic culture, mostly. And that wasn't even all that solid, with the rockers not comprehending the boppers & vicy versy.

After that, there were just births every year, no bulge, and increasingly fracturing cultures. As far as I can tell. So the attempt to impose definitions seems like media marketing. Not that folks don't self-identify as this or that generation, but people self-ID as third-gender extraterrestrial furries, too - doesn't make it real.

Or am I just a grumpy old tail-end boomer tonight?