Every generation searches for an identity.
There were the Baby Boomers, the relief births that followed World War II.
Hooray, the war’s over!
Whoopsie, I’m pregnant.
Um … Hooray!
Then there were the slacker generations that followed, Gens. X and Y, who played their music loud, scoffed at how uncouth it was to reuse a tea bag, all the while scarfing down Ho Hos and collecting ninth-place ribbons for outstanding achievement in mediocrity.
Then, we hit the new millennium — omigosh, THE NEW MILLENNIUM! — and we were so excited at having arrived at THE FUTURE that we're completely at a loss for what to call this generation.