You can never be too rich or too thin or have enough portmanteaus for your post-adolescent generation. It's Twixters, now. Who is a Twixter? Everyone, probably. Any woman who has ever listened to music while wearing a hat is a Twixter. Any man who has ever looked at a picture of Mila Kunis is a Twixter. You are, just for having read the word. Welcome to the Twixter generation. Here is your knit cap and sense of purposelessness. Characteristics include "ESPN" and over-employment.

If there is one thing that brings joy to my heart, it is charting the growth of newly invented genres. You can argue over whether trend pieces about "new adult" fiction or "baby boomer" literature are describing truly original developments or ginned-up marketing terms with no relation to measurable changes in book-buying practices (in fact, our very own Katie Baker has already done so in a very neat analysis). But at a certain point the distinction becomes meaningless; talk about "new adult" fiction long enough and Amazon will eventually dedicate a department to it.

Why has The New York Times launched a new blog aimed at Baby Boomers, when the paper itself is already a testament to the sick, sad reign of the Jerks that Ruined Everything? "Our generation, the biggest in the country's history, has always given ourselves and everyone else lots to talk about," writes Michael Winerip in the opening post. "Booming [This is the name of the blog, LOL — Ed.] offers a wide-open space for these conversations."

Great work, science: you've made old people live longer. You've successfully extended the most unhappy years of our lives. And the financial sector has done its part by vaporizing all of your money, by gambling. The result? There is no such thing as "inheritance" any more.

Good news, hypochondriacs — here's something new to worry about. On Friday, the CDC issued draft recommendations urging all baby boomers (those born between 1945 and 1965) to get tested for hepatitis C. Of the 3.2 million Americans with hep C, 2 million are baby boomers. And they might not know it.

The 2010 U.S. census figures have been released. The big picture, basically, is that men are living longer, marriage is downtrending, and the baby boom population is entering their twilight years.

Magazine time capsule Vanity Fair took a break from dead old ladies and put modern teen sensation Justin Bieber on the cover. Of course they depict him as a '50s heartthrob listening to records on ye olde phonograph machine. Ugh.

Hedge fund mogul and art hoarder Adam Sender dropped $422,500 at auction on the handwritten lyrics to Bob Dylan's "Times They Are a-Changing," more than $100K over the estimate. He still can't buy back his youth. [Image via Getty]

Today we looked at misty-eyed and Dolores Umbridgian newspaper thinker Peggy Noonan, the Lisa Frank of political writing, and how she is terribly scared of young people. This angered one young millennial.

Today we looked at how, basically, school these days is dumb. One commenter thinks that his generation, the Boomers, learned how to do things better. Another commenter begged to differ.

In Sunday's What Is Wrong with the Youngs news: "Thanks to the health-care reform act President Obama signed into law," shiftless 20-somethings will mooch off their parents' medical plans even longer, will never get married, never move out. [WaPo, Picvia]