If american generations were steak dinners:
Silent: the Golden Corral steak carver guy
Boomers: 28 oz ribeye medium well and lobster tail, loaded baked potato
GenX: "uhmmm can I get a STEAK flavored STEAK???"
Millenials: bargain rump steak cooked at home by loving couple (he makes the steak, she made the chimichurri marinade
Zoomers: Arby's steak nuggets
Basically every Boomer is part of a Home Equitarian mystery cult that believes that if they amass all of whatever meager scraps of generational wealth they can sequester, they can liquidate it all and build the Ultimate Dream House, which if enough are built will unlock the Network of Peace, Light, and Eternal Wealth
Inside every boomer there are 4 houses:
The 1919 farmhouse they grew up in (full to the rafters with SHIT)
2005 new build (4000 sq ft of SHIT)
The 1971 starter home/trailer they bought as an income property (never rented because it is STUFFED LIKE A CHEAP BURRITO)
The hypothetical DREAM HOME theyre almost ready to start building at EIGHTY ONE