With all the talk about the Net generation being so vastly, genetically different from… well everyone else, I try to avoid falling too much into the quick generalities. It’s too easy to apply labels when, as people, we are all on some sort of continuum. Like others, I have a live in subject to study.
I enjoy exceptions to rules.
Yesterday, I walked past 22 year old step-son’s room, where, in contrast to the usual… um.. harsh metal, I was surprised to hear the sounds of something in my iTunes rack, Highway 61 Revisited.
I asked Travis, “Are you listening to Dylan?”
He smiled and said, “Everyone ought to listen to Dylan.”
This generation is not always as foreign as some might think.