Interior, early evening. A family gathers around a table with excessive amounts of food. Children have come home for the holidays. Somewhat distant relatives, summoned up from the corners of American suburbia, arrive via the oversized SUVs they continue to own despite running a household of two.
Everyone has promised themselves to be on good behavior. Some have even read articles on how to handle the fraught gatherings of American Thanksgiving. But then it always happens: A passing comment (perhaps an “OK Boomer” whispered under an exasperated millennial’s breath), and here you go—the battle of the generations.
Millennials, and older Gen Zers, on one side. Baby boomers, enjoying the support of the occasional silent, on the other. Gen X, ever the middle-child generation, in an uncomfortable between.
