Dear Baby Boomer,
Please stop endlessly talking about all the wonderful plans you have when you retire next month at 62: two or three trips abroad a year, sleeping in, spending time with family, reading all the books on your nightstand and volunteering. Honestly, I was happy to congratulate your accomplishment two or three times, but when you start several meetings a week with long retirement diatribes and comments about how the ability to retire is entirely based on “making good choices,” that respect turned to malice. Please respect that not all of us Generation X working stiffs will see retirement before our 70 birthday. Contrary to popular belief not all of Gen X took their retirement in their 20s. Many of us also made what we thought were good choices: started working as a young teenager, served in the military or studied hard and begged for scholarships so we could afford a higher education, bought a home, and contribute to our retirement funds diligently. Sadly, many of us are getting screwed in ways you can't understand: cost of higher education outpacing Usain Bolt in a 100m final, employers contributing less and less to our retirement every year, low wages, and spending a life time paying into social security full well knowing it won’t be there for us and being told “keeping your job is the new raise.” Even more sad is I'm not as bad off as many of my peers. If the point of your diatribes are to make me think of you with every paycheck I needlessly pay into social security, mission accomplished. I’ll think of you spending my donation on brunch in Paris or sun screen in Hawaii if you'll just shut the fuck up already. Stop waxing poetic about your approaching golden years unless you want me to start graphically describing how you’ll be food for the worms before you know it.
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