Generations

dino ash tray

Apparently there’s a meme eruption ongoing on Twitter about how Gen X reacts to both Boomers and Millennials, sandwiched as Xers are between those two large and influential generations.

“Just remember, ” says the caption to a still from the Breakfast Club (“Brat Pack”), for every Boomer that hates a Millennial, there’s a generation in between that hates you both.”

There are reminders of Boomers trying to squash heavy metal music (remember Tipper Gore and Dee Snider?) and GIFs of Matthew Broderick as Ferris Bueller subtly smirking.

I’ve never determined exactly which generation I identify with, or as. Technically, I’m supposed to be a Boomer, but I’m at the tail end of that very broad generation. I’m told I’m “Generation Jones,” exhausted by the sheer mass of the older Boomers (my eldest brother’s cohort) scorching the earth ahead of me, and leaving me with…the late ’70s. Feh.

I also identify with older Xers – the John Hughes movie generation, like Molly Ringwald as the kid whose birthday was forgotten because all the focus was on an older sibling. The in-between feeling has always been there: I remember exactly where I was when John Kennedy, John Belushi, Kurt Cobain, and Chris Farley died. Where does that put me on the generational spectrum?

Like Jonesers or Xers or whatever I am, I tended to keep my head down, and just got on with it. My older brother’s cohort made so much noise that there just wasn’t any point to it by the time I was old enough to vote. My absentee ballot arrived in Oxford, England, where I was on a program of study abroad, after Ronald Reagan had already been elected. I rode my bike to the Old Bodley (Bodleian Library) in tears that day.

I got good grades, did what I thought would make my parents happy, and went to an exceptional liberal arts college with such an eclectic student body that I graduated with only one friend, since vanished from my life. I went on to make a lot of choices that delayed gratification, put me on a painful career track that was all wrong for me, and left me as the “on call” adult child for parental care giving (with the notable exception of my Mother’s last year of life, when my eldest brother stepped in because, even though I was closest, my own responsibilities made it impossible for me to be there daily for her.)

But something interesting has happened with the younger Millennials/older Gen Zers, (who make up a large portion of my work colleagues.) I’ve felt very little generational tension, if any. Sure, when the “question of the day” comes up around 2:30 in the afternoon as a brief break in a relentlessly busy day, my answers are often recognizable to my coworkers as something their grandparents might say, but nobody ever gives me grief about it. The only reaction I get is one of genuine interest, appreciation, or non-judgmental curiosity.

Of course, I’m clueless about a lot the the stuff they’re into – I know nothing about multiplayer videogames, and I’ve usually never heard of the cartoons, TV programs or toys they remember fondly. But I jump in with an answer that is generation-specific. Favorite cartoons? Why, Looney Tunes, of course–the Bugs Bunny show!

“Overture, coit-an lights!
Dis is it, da night of nights!
No more re-hoising, or noissing a paht!
We know every paht by haht!”

(the Mel Blanc-voiced, Brooklyn-accented Bugs!)

Road Runner, Yosemite Sam, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Boris and Natasha! Thanks to YouTube, maybe some of my colleagues will discover these older cartoons, from the era where Saturday morning cartoons were uproariously funny, full of double entendre for parents who were watching (“I’ll unhorse thee, Sir Loin of Pork!” “I’ll run you through, Sir Hosis of the Liver!”) and much too violent to get by today–but hey, they were cartoons!

One question last week was about the relative coolness of particular dinosaurs. I was not among the generation of children who became obsessed with dinosaurs. We were more obsessed with astronauts–and my interest stretched from Flash Gordon to Star Trek to Star Wars. But I was able to offer a little quiz with a photo of the object pictured above. Identify the company and the business it was in, and bonus points for what the object was. Of course, Google solved the riddle almost immediately, and one of my colleagues even found a picture of a gas station with a giant green dinosaur mascot on a lawn next to the pumps. These places are gone in my area, but apparently still exist out west. Who knew?

Did you come of age feeling sandwiched between generations? Tell me your story.

Until then, I remain,

your generationally confused, but not particularly worried about it,

Ridiculouswoman

Your Reading List, Please

Hi, there – just a quick update. For the first time in ages I’ve put something new over on my Books and Music page–I’ve embarked on a mission to read “all the books I should have read by now.”

You’ll find a description of what I’m reading now, and what I’m planning to read next. But I’d like to hear from you about what books you think every grown-up should have read, or should read, prior to the demise of their senses and sensibilities – HA.

I confess everything on my current list is from the “canon” created largely by Dead White Males (with their grudging inclusion of Jane Austen, of course) and assigned in high schools and colleges of the middle part of the last century, so I’m particularly in need of suggestions of titles that provide broader and more diverse points of view. That isn’t to say that I’m not looking for more of the “classics” that I should have read by now, but I am also aware of the lack of representation of diverse voices in the classic lists of … erm, classics.

So have at it, readers (and you read blogs, so I KNOW you read books) and overwhelm me with the breadth and depth of your literary knowledge. Because one thing we all should have learned from this prolonged and painful pandemic is that time is precious and is not to be squandered on trivial things like reality TV. I make exceptions of course for binge watching great shows like Schitt’s Creek, Shameless (up to season 10, there), Regency costume dramas (but what was up with that pinched in waistline on on Lady Featherington and those bodices that cut busts in half on Bridgerton?) or pretty much anything Masterpiece.

If you’re not working in an essential job or teetering on the brink of insanity caring for cabin-fevered, home-schooled kids while also trying to work from home, I’m hoping you’ve spent some of your time sequestered at home through all this coming up with your desert island list of must-have books. Can’t wait to see the 10, 50 or 100 titles you’ll recommend! Throw you list in the comments and let’s get reading!

Until then, I remain,

your not-well-read-enough-yet-even-at-my-age,

Ridiculouswoman