In the Greatest Depression, Slackers Get the Last (Ironic) Laugh

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They're whispering lies. Or satire. Or truth. It's all the same thing, you know. Photo: NYT

"We moved to San Francisco and Brooklyn and Mission Hill. We jumped from job to job. Put off marriage. Never bought a place. And we never heard the end of it. We were drifters, they said. Layabouts. No respect for work and real estate or the value of a good pair of cufflinks. But now, in the cold glare of a recession, everything looks different: We've got no house to lose, no career to dash, no school-aged children in need of pricey Wii gaming systems. Not recession-proof, exactly, but recession-resistant, at least." [Boston.com]