Over at Amazon’s Omnivorous blog, there’s an entertaining e-mail exchange between P.J. O’Rourke, political satirist, journalist and author most recently of “The Baby Boom: How It Got That Way (And It Wasn’t My Fault) (And I’ll Never Do It Again)” and Dave Barry, columnist and Pulitzer-Prize winning author of the soon-to-be-released title “You Can Date Boys When You’re Forty.”

Below is just a small snapshot of the hilarity that ensues:

The Baby Boom

Dave Barry: P.J. — I loved The Baby Boom which manages to be both hilarious and insightful. What I want to know is: How did you remember all that stuff? Especially about the ’60s. Didn’t you take drugs? Of course not! Neither did I! Drugs are bad! But my memories of that era are very purple-hazy, whereas you seem to remember every detail of everything that happened. How did you do that?

You Can Date Boys When You're Forty

P.J. O’Rourke: I made it up. I’m a professional reporter. I’m PAID to make things up. Actually, I do remember a lot about the ’60s. Probably because I still know a lot of the same people. And they’re still yelling at me about things I did back then. Keeps memories fresh. Sort of like a wife. Just kidding, dear. Sort of like a first wife. And I loved You Can Date Boys When You’re Forty. You admit you went to a Justin Bieber concert. Kind of pushing the envelope even for a confessional memoir. You’re brave, dude, brave.

DB: I did indeed go to a Justin Bieber concert, because my daughter really really really wanted to go because she LOVED Justin Bieber. It was terrifying. I was in Coral Gables, Florida, in 1992 when Hurricane Andrew passed over and nearly took off the roof of the home in which I was cowering. I understood then why the noise of a hurricane is always compared to a freight train. What it SHOULD be compared to is a Justin Bieber concert. Given the choice, I’d rather sit through Andrew again.

PJO: When I pick my daughters up from school they, for some reason I can’t imagine, don’t want to listen to Rush Limbaugh, and so they tune the radio to what sounds to me like somebody donated 200 drum sets and an Auto-Tune to a juvenile delinquent corrections facility. But does this mean today’s music sucks? Yes.

Be sure to read the whole thing here.

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