You get a lot of blank looks.
My desk partner is 18 years my junior and every day I have to explain some reference or other.
Yep, 18 years, mental. How did I live this long?
On Monday I had to explain who Lt Uhuru was and today I had to explain the concept of 'you are X and I claim my five pounds'. Actually, the latter concept is so old I shouldn't remember it either.
Anyway, yeah, fuck the lot of you with your born in the 80s and 90s bullshit.