Here We Are Now, Entertain Us

GenXers we've gotten old. Those flannel clad, MTV Real World watching, AOL dial up days are long ago sweet memories. Lord knows I had my fair share of grungy fun on Ponce, in the chat rooms, in the alleys of Louisville and watching nothing happen during Y2K from a loft in Castleberry Hill. Our generation's blip in the cultural limelight has passed and I am not certain we did much with it. I hope we enjoyed it.

Has your life gone as you thought it might when you tossed your cap into the air at graduation? Nah, neither has mine and that's a good thing. Detours down the back roads of adulthood and diversions of the heart lay waste to our best and worst plans. Predictability is boring and tonic for the unimaginative.

I have sympathy for anyone under 40. You really did miss something special. I think GenX was fortunate to see the best period in modern America during the 70s, 80s and 90s. I am not swilling the nectar of nostalgia either, I sincerely believe that. Our good fortune seems to have made us into this reticent generation sandwiched between the Boomers and the Millennials. We are playing Atari trying to ignore a “stupid and contagious” generational feud.

Statues are falling, Winston Smith is working overtime at the Ministry of Truth, global pandemics are imported like cheap sneakers and we've got our heads down hoping that this too shall pass. It is like living in an episode of All In The Family and I cannot figure who is in the role of Archie Bunker, but he probably knows how to use every Instagram filter on his food pics. If you youngins don't know Archie Bunker, I'm sure Siri can fill you in.

Seriously though, I have met a few GenX cranks and man they are tedious.

Okay, I'm done riffing, back to Pitfall. I'm attempting to swing across those snapping crocodiles. Wish me luck!