SELF-ABSORBED GENERATION
My generation strikes me as self-absorbed. You hear them at the grocery store deliberating the balsamic vinegar and the olive oils . . . and you think, “These people probably subscribe to an olive-oil magazine called New Dimension.” They are people with too much money and very little character, people who are all sensibility and no sense, all nostalgia and no history, the people my Aunt Eleanor used to call “a $10 haircut on a 59-cent head” — people I would call yuppie swine. By Garrison Keillor, from Vanity Fair, July 1994
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