Pandemania: the first millennial “moment”?

Did you feel that? It’s the breeze cut in the air by the Scythe of Death. Cheery, huh? How, uhh, metal.

“9/11 was our moment,” she said, despite that she had been thirty-five when it happened. “Our moment of cohesion, as a generation, is what I mean. Of growing up.”

“Why?” I asked.

“ It…forced us to see ourselves full-time as grown-up,” mused my friend. “ Not as still transitional somehow. Living in a bleakly adult world, I guess.”