Having been bumped off my usual perch in G2, here I am among the grown-ups! Finally. This week this paper's G2 section has been handed over to Generation Y. Always down with the youth, I had never heard of Generation Y, but then I am not good with numbers. Indeed, I hail from before the actual alphabet, or as the dapper Richard Hell put it, "I belong to the blank generation. I can take it or leave it each time."
So now that I see Gen Y are basically those folk born between 1980 and 2000, that new-fandangled thrupenny pound has dropped. I am their mum! Not all of them, obviously, I am not a fly. But this is my children's generation. The fledgings have fledged.
So it turns out I have hung with these people for nearly 30 years. And their "concerns" – love, sex, work, paying the bills – are not so different from mine. They are just better at the technology and often more sensible than me.
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