My Millennial son, not wanting to be out of step with his generation, referred to his dear father at an “old white boomer” in a chat we were having today. Absolutely accurate. I am an old white boomer and delighted to be one. But for the ageist Millennials this is supposed to be a real slag. And for real ironic cred, the phase, “OK, boomer” is a great comeback when a boomer says something the Millennial has no answer for.
However, it is always fun to shoot back and I tried, Mill – epic fail.
However, pensées d’escalier, I realized I had been close. What Mill lacked was a useful sense of faint derision.
What could do that job?
“Millie”. Just the right note of soy-boi, effeminate, dimness combined with a dash of condescension. And for a hint of Edwardian neo-colonial hauteur in the face of imbecility, “Righty-O, Millie”.