The article reflects on a generation that lacks a defining label, positioned between Gen X and Millennials. This cohort experienced life without the Internet, relying on handwritten letters and early email communication. Music played a critical role in their upbringing, devoid of the expected teenage rebellion against parental tastes. Instead, they embraced their parents' musical influences, often favoring classic rock artists over contemporary trends. This generational introspection reveals feelings of alienation and neuroticism that were only recognized later, highlighting the lasting impact of familial relationships and shared cultural experiences on identity formation.
I am of a generation that had no name: we slipped down the crack between the spotty cheek of gen X and the well-moisturised buttock of the millennials.
We are the last generation that will wow our grandchildren by explaining that we came of age completely without the internet.
The most alienating part of the traditional teenager narrative, to me, is that which claims that, at a formative age, we want to listen to stuff our parents hate.
It is entirely possible that we failed to achieve the necessary rebellion against our parents because of the deathless power of their record collection.
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