I was born in 1963, when the most poplar girl names are now relics of history: Lisa, Mary, Susan, Karen and Linda. Not far down the list were the cutesy names like Cindy, Marci, Tracy, Stacy, and yes, Lori. They all scream, "I'm a child of the '60s! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!" That is so helpful when I am submitting writing to millennial editors named Amber or Tiffany.
Boomers make feckless comparisons with their parents' generation, like 60 is the new 50. Shaving off 10 years simply because we don't like the idea of getting older is just blowing smoke up our collective butts. But, there is one glaring generational difference, and that's our disparate sexualities.