I agree with Jason that surmising pop-psychology conclusions from the mouths/wallets/etc of 20-somethings might as well be filed under astrology.

But this doesn’t mean that generational contrasting is a data-less field. I assume that Jason would not consider it “astrology� to compare a data-snapshot of a born-1961, 40 year-old with a born-1964, 40 year-old. I’ve summarised some of this sort of data here:
http://paulwatson.blogspot.com/2006/02/ten-ways-in-which-ive-got-nothing-in.html

Otherwise, as I’ve suggested, if you’re late-20s or 30-ish just, you’ve still got a few quality years to make or break yourself – so get to it, and we’ll see in due course what the data of c. 2015 has you pinned for/by/under.

By the way, the post is at least half a pisstake – as indicated by the note to it.

Still, there are grups, I have no doubt.

But I think generally generational generalisations suffer from being based on narrow segments, and from being made for marketing purposes, and usually anecdotal rather than evidence-based.

But really there’s only two classes of people in the world: Those who claim they can classify anybody and those who claim no one can classify them.

Picked up a case of very drinkable 2002 Shiraz at Clairault last weekend. Should have bought some of the Cullens Merlot, too.

Compound interest.

Always.

“cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation”

That said, maybe there is an attempt by some in these generations to find a new way of doing things, to be more flexible in outlook and that probably comes directly from the fact that people can no longer expect to have a job for life or a relationship for life, and that necessarily demands that people don’t box themselves, or their attitudes, or ideas, or even fashions, and become as other generations did, “fixed” by the mid-20’s into the grown up people they would always be.

And marketing to RH should be fairly easy. Just smear some totty in brulee.

(and for the fiscally challenged, I recommend the new Lindt Brulee Choco.)

I hate this stuff with a passion. The mere name “Hugh McKay” makes me want to vomit.

I never NEVER see myself (or parents if we’re talking boomers) represented even slightly in any of these social “anaylsis.” Go away, all of you. There may be the semblance of a real issue in that story but its all just so much cut and paste newspaperisms.

I read a story once on these lines and found I was too young for Gen X but too old for Gen Y and thats the way I like it.