I chuckle inside when someone calls me a boomer.
You know why?
Because I know my pre-internet, pre-cellphone, real music, real instruments, nature loving, kick the can, skateboarding, bicycle tag, cruising the strip, bonfires, bellbottoms, muscle cars, Saturday morning cartoons, roller-rinks, cookouts, and jamming Boston-Boston on my 8-track tape in my jacked-up Nova with mags ... was 100% a million times better than your brain-dead, sterile, boring AF, whiny iPhone childhood.