This year the leading edge of the baby boom will hit the traditional retirement age of 65. As a member of one of the unlucky generations that followed, let me be one of the first to say don't let the door hit your tie-dyed backside.

Sure, plenty of boomers are nice enough. But as a movement in American society, this so-called "me generation," born from 1946 to 1964, has suffocated us with their sheer numbers and stunning self-indulgence.

Witness the wall-to-wall overrated boomer creations. Their music, movies, TV shows, Al Franken, NPR, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Dylan, Bill Clinton, long hair, short hair, Starbucks, the designated hitter, Steve Jobs, his black turtlenecks, hedge funds, the Kennedys, and the mossy Rolling Stones. Someone stop them.

As generations go, the baby boomers are a little dense. They don't understand anything unless you give them cultural shorthand. Bonnaroo is Woodstock. Afghanistan is Vietnam. Every scandal that comes out of Washington is a "gate." Nothing recent ever lives up: Tiger Woods is no Jack Nicklaus. Every president is compared to John Kennedy, and fails.

Moreover, boomers ruin everything we create. Don't believe me? Just accept your mom's "friend" request on Facebook and ask her.