I don’t mean to gripe, but Millennials sure demand a lot of attention. There’s twenty stories about them per day; they’re killing this thing, they’re embracing that thing, they have it tough because this, they react because that.
Meanwhile, Generation X is over here passed over both ways. We got a couple minutes in the spotlight in the 1990s and that was the end of us. Which suits most of us, but when I keep hearing about how rotten the Millennials have it, that’s the part I get sick of hearing about. Money did not rain from the sky before Millennials were born. Somehow I jumped directly from the have-nots line to the “privileged elite” line while still being the same broke-ass slacker I was in 1990.
As an example of Generation X gripes we never got the chance to air, I present “Kitschy Nightmares From Satan’s Thrift Store” and “Vintage Magazine Ads,” both wry observations of pop culture in the mid-20th century. This, kids, is what your poor papa and mama had to live through. Which is why we’re so funny.
Check ’em out and enjoy my historic snark leveled at targets from the 1950s to the 1970s. They’re old enough that my irreverence won’t be “too soon” for once!
UPDATE: The Garfield phone ad I posted in the vintage magazine ads post has some sudden relevance in a recent story. Apparently, old Garfield telephones are washing up on the shore of Iroise coast in Brittany, France, as the result of a shipping accident decades ago.
