I have no interest in the Conan-Leno steel cage grudge match, but this caught my eye:
People wonder if O’Brien was too hip and young (at 46?) to lull America into a gentle, happy sleep. Part of the “Team Coco” movement that rose up after O’Brien announced his resignation scintillates this creeping feeling that the Baby Boomers (Leno is 59) will never get out of the way. There’s at least some truth to that.
I do get sick of the way everything revolves around boomer narratives. We all joke about hippie-punching, but when Joe Klein goes off on the “far left” (or whatever he calls us now), that is what he thinks he’s doing. And the electorate is polarized along age lines as never before (since the advent of demographically detailed exit polls), though the greatest divide is between those over 65 (who are too old to be boomers) and those under 30, not between Leno’s generation and Conan’s.
The worst part is that when the boomers do get out of the way, it will only be to hand the reins over to their own children (Luke Russert, Meghan McCain, etc.).
This isn’t meant to be anti-boomer — my parents are boomers and I love the music and movies of the late 60s and 70s. But I get awfully sick of the way the specter of the 60s hangs over all things political.