I promise you they didn't. I've noticed some of the old hippies are dying. They're literally just fading away. People moved on, but they never did. They're just considered a fun uncle that people had. Or the uncle that could get you acid or shrooms. But that's it, that's all he ever really contributed, and he died in debt, even after he got his life into some semblance of order.

The problem is that the millennials will be worse because they are a moral authoritarian class. They'll be fucking insufferable until the day they die.

The real tragedy will be how to deal with angry, resentful, old people that will try to tell your grand-children that they live in a rape-dungeon patriarchy because your kids got married at 25. It'll be like the whole fucking generation has Parkinson's.

"Aunt Sarah is a millennial, so she'll say something weird about how she identifies as a boy today, and wants you to refer to her as "zim". Try to go along with it, Bobby."

"But Aunt Sarah smells like cat pee."

"Bobby, we know that. Believe me, we know. I'm going to put the cats in a shelter while you talk with her. She'll forget she even had them in a week."