Come to faire. Sure, my boss is eleven years older than I am, but that does actually still make him a Gen-X'er. Our neighbour there is younger than he is, and her assistants are mostly younger than I am. His daughter is making noises about learning the business, and she's still in high school until June. In fact, most of the businesses around are either run by members of Generation X or are run by people whose assistants are Gen X or younger. I myself don't do the more complicated handcrafting, though I do sew and do needlework. One of the reasons my boss likes me as an assistant is that I have no interest in learning the business--otherwise, he could be training his replacement, a real fear in merchant circles.
What's more, while Boomers may actually own your local theatre, it is still worth nothing all those younger people working there. In Olympia, we're trying to come up with the money to buy one of the downtown theatres as a volunteer-run nonprofit, and most of the volunteers are my age or younger. In fact, one of the times I went, I saw a man with his young daughter sitting on his lap, selling the tickets. The spirit is out there. You just might not be seeing it.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"