I had never considered that anything I bought new might be seen in eyes of others as vintage. That is until my Gen Y friend Lizzie asked if my watch—a gift from my parents on my 13th birthday, which is, um, coming up on 25 years ago—was vintage. It’s the kind of question that hits you like a ton of bricks. And just as the encounter left an impression on Lizzie, it was probably the moment in which I first grasped that I was an adult. (You know, the kind of epiphany that makes you more diligent about using eye cream every night?) Check out Lizzie’s genius and very funny analysis of the differences between Gen X and Y (in which the Foodinista’s watch makes a cameo) in her story on today’s TakiMag.com. Required reading!