Were an enigma, those of us born at the tail end of the ’70s and the start of the ’80s. Some of the generational experts lazily glob us on to Generation X, and others just shove us over to the Millennials they love to hate no one really gets us or knows where we belong. You have died of dysentery If you can distinctly recall the excitement of walking into your weekly computer lab session and seeing a room full of Apple 2Es displaying the start screen of Oregon Trail, youre a member of this nameless generation, my friend.
We’ve been called Generation Catalano, Xennials, and The Lucky Ones, but no name has really stuck for this strange micro-generation that has both a healthy portion of Gen X grunge cynicism and a dash of the unbridled optimism of Millennials.
A big part of what makes us the square peg in the round hole of named generations is our strange relationship with technology and the Internet. We came of age just as the very essence of communication was experiencing a seismic shift, and it’s given us a unique perspective that’s half analog old school and half digital new school.
We were the first group of kids who grew up with household computers, still novel enough to elicit confusion and wonder. Gen X individuals were already fully formed teens or young adults when computers became mainstream, and Millennials can’t even remember a time before computers. Read more…