In Anthony Powell’s epic “Dance to the Music of Time” a character named Erridge is described as “a rebel whose life had been exasperatingly lacking in persecution”.
Theodore Dalrymple believes that the Baby Boomers are becoming a generation of Erridges. He is sour indeed as he argues that his generation’s collective desire to hang on to their “youthful rebel” identity is becoming increasingly ludicrous as the prior generation dies off:
We live in an age of Peter Pan. It is not eternal childhood that we seek, however, but eternal adolescence; not perpetual innocence, but perpetual aggravation of the grown-ups. The problem is that there are fewer and fewer grown-ups left to aggravate.