“It’s so great to be a member of Generation X,” I said to my husband last week on my 47th birthday. He’s 51, a member in good standing of the baby boom generation.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“It’s so great to be a member of Generation X,” I repeated more loudly, thinking that perhaps he hadn’t heard me the first time. I smiled sweetly, as one does around the elderly.
“If you’re Gen X, then I’m Gen X,” he said.
“You can’t be Gen X, you’re 51,” I snapped.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
This is the lamest article on all the 'internets'
I don't care if this azzhole was born in 1970, she is forever barred from being a GenXster. I'd rather drag my nutz across a mile of broken glass than have to read this again.
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what can we expect from someone who names her daughter CLEMENTINE? gawwww.
i agree. that droned on forever and ended up nowhere. what a waste of space.
Nah, don't feel bad. Her stuff is generally derided as awful. I'm sad the door is even open slightly enough to put her in the Gen X camp (by dint of her birthyear). Like you, I'd rather slam that door shut on her.
Gawker once had some choice bits on her rather too-obvious and cringe-inducing observations, once calling her "The Times' 'families use computers now' beat reporter."
Jen- yeah, that article had the most predictable about face I've read in some time.
Ice- too funny. I may just continue to read her garbage and post on it just so I can have a resident punching bag for this blog.
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