Today I learnt that the new term for “the tail end of the disputed territory between Generation X and Millennials” is “geriatric millennials”. At first I thought it was maybe just a new term for GenX? Nope. Just for the latter half of the transitional zone that’s mostly known as “the Oregon Trail generation”.
“Geriatric Millennials” are at least nine years younger than I am. And of course searching for info on this new term leads to discussions of generations that mention every living generation except X. If the tail end of my generation is “geriatric” then what the hell does that make me?
Nothing. Emptiness. Dust.
I am of the void. I am the mystery. I am generation meh, who gives a shit about them?
I am free of attempts to define me by marketers and pundits. The moment my cohort stopped being young adults with disposable income and not enough sense to try to ignore advertising, we stopped existing.
I am the X-factor, I am the mutant lost and forgotten. I am a mystery. I am nobody.
I am nothing, and I am free.
I have revised my infographic of generation dates accordingly.
My parents were both born in 1939, so ‘the lucky few’ is a VERY apt description indeed.
Meanwhile, I’m definitely a Sexy Mutant (Gen-X) :P
Forget “Ok, Boomer”, we need to start with “Ok, Advertiser”.