I was going to come home today and write about how much I hate baby boomers. I had it all planned out, I was going to write something like: thanks for the terminally ill future you’ve handed us–bla bla bla–die already. Then I started thinking about it. As easy as it is to take out my anger and frustration on a generation, the reality is that individuals act of their own will. What I’m really mad at is ignorance, and it knows no age, color, or gender. It grips the brilliant and the dull alike. It washes over space and time, even our technology fails to suppress it. And lumping people together under a blanket of preconceived notions is to share in that ignorance.