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As a 26 y/o with a wife, kids, land, and ample technical skill, I love being called a boomer.

Most of the time the “insult” is levied by some terminally-onliner 6-12 years older than me. Meanwhile their “apartment” (grandma’s basement) is littered with dirty clothes. The only clean things in their room are the glass display cases for their anime figurines and funko pops.

They’re too cowed and pathetic to be mistaken for a boomer. I never have to retort; their mere existence is retribution.