I received a phone call this weekend from one Mr. MikeG of SDMB fame.
He had obviously gotten together with one Mr. VileOrb of SDMB fame to consipre against me, ammassing (sp?) mountains of verbose and shaky proof that I am not, in fact, a member of Generation X.
I sneakily suspect this will be solely based on the ‘facts’ of one book that Vile has read and not on the generally accepted definition of Generation X by society as a whole.
I understand that there is probably a definitive statement on who is and isn’t generation X, complete with a chart illustrating dates of birth and so on, just as there is a definitive statement on who is and who isn’t a Sadist in books by De Sade.
But just as the definition of Sadism has been skewed by society into something completely different, I believe Gen X has been skewed enough that it means something different from what the original book intended.
I was born in '72.
I know very well about a world without personal computers and ATMs and cellphones.
I was born to two baby boomers.
My sister, born six years later, is in a totally different world than I. She doesn’t remember having to go to the bank…having to call from a payphone…she DOES NOT remember the seventies…SHE is the generation following Generation X…not me.
Not that I care, actually, because the unsavory definitions (disenchanted, lazy, uncaring) of Gen X, as defined by society, not by a book, certainly don’t apply to me…
and, let’s all face it together, I’m so f-ing cool that I don’t need any labels
But I’d like to hear your arguments anyway…even though I’m just going to smile and nod and say lalalallaalla
jarbaby