Baby boomers and Millennials, I know you’re not used to hearing it, but this is not about you.
Everything else is. One of you is hoarding all the investment properties. The other is being “shamed” for still living at home.
Everyone has their knickers in a knot about you guys – the two Squeaky Wheel generations.
Not us. We are Generation X, and we do not get our knickers in knots.
Sandwiched, as we are, between the generation who invented the Internet and the generation who grew up in it, we are used to hearing we are the overlooked middle child. The Jan Brady of the generation wars.
What nonsense. Generation X is not the dorky middle child. Generation X is – and always has been – the moody kid from round the corner who just came over to smoke out of Marcia’s bedroom window and question the premise of the whole show.
She would certainly be wearing a biker jacket and faded baggy jeans with rips at the knees, over fishnets. And a bodysuit. And Docs.
So, basically what that 17-year-old next to you is wearing right now.
Generation X has now reached that stage where its icons have come back around. We're watching sylph-like celebrity models (we had those too, you know, and they were called Super) in silky slip dresses dating all the rock stars and going, yup, that looks familiar.