As part of the ageing, boomer, get off my lawn cohort, watching flared jeans on their fifth cycle round, I heartily echo the sentiment of this blog post. After

As part of the ageing, boomer, get off my lawn cohort, watching flared jeans on their fifth cycle round, I heartily echo the sentiment of this blog post. After all, it's the same threnody my grandparents made, as their kids explored Oxford bags and plus fours, listening to truly awful atonal modern music. What do these women think they'd get, cutting their hair short, wearing beach pajamas and smoking? They got old. Anyway. Come up and see my etchings, after you've got off my lawn. Filthy, filthy etchings. The ones my great grandparents doubtless enjoyed too. Except nowadays, the etchings are photos by Andres Serrano or Robert Mapplethorpe. "Midnight in Paris" is one of Owen Wilson's finest performances. Everybody harks back to a better time, and always has. Even second time round Goth and Emo kids have a point to make.