I know most of you don’t care, but I’ve been astounded by how much shelf-life my syndicated column on youth politics has had. The Dallas Morning News just ran it last week, and my syndicated column email box runneth over with angry kids — many of them writing as part of class assignments — saying “kids are people too, wack-a-doo, wack-a-doo.” (That’s a paraphrase. I couldn’t resist the reference to “Wonderama.”).

What I find so depressing is the knee jerk tendency of young’ns to overlook all of my caveats and take personal offense when I refer to a demographic cohort they happen to belong to. Anyway, I won’t rehash all that. But let me just say that if you’re biggest point of pride is that you were born in the general temporal proximity if ten or twenty million other people, than you need to burnish the old resume a bit.