Originally a comment by Pliny the in Between on Here’s your amuse-bouche sir.

Being a white haired guy i my ’60s, almost every time I go to a restaurant anymore some 20 something asks if I need help with the QR code menu or ordering. Or in the self-check line at the grocery, or any other place where modern IT is about. I smile, say no thank you, and enjoy my wife’s wry smile at all this ageism, knowing full well that I just spent the last 8 hours analyzing training sequences in an AI system I developed. Or figuring ways to constrain generative AI. They don’t know that, of course and I could get all pissy about it – but why. Does it matter? No. How they view me is irrelevant,

We chose how we respond to the universe. If you look for reasons to be pissed off you will find them. If you chose to have a more zen view of humanity then you will enjoy that as well. All this angst worrying about tiptoeing through a snowflake minefield is not for me.