That's one Gen X trait that flummoxed me. I liked having a sense of history: one should know older music, older novels, what life was like in earlier times.

Speaking of my own experience, as a 1977 birth, I'll relay it this way. Growing up, Nirvana and grunge, MTV when it still played music videos, being very aware (and pushing for) getting our first Apple IIe are definitely within experiences I'd call culturally formative.

There are plenty historical contexts that previously applied 'Age' to say - the Gilded, or Jazz, or Belle Epoque eras. The Boomers seem to have been the first to have it applied as a generational cohort - if only because they had a demographic population boom to synchronize their shared sociocultural awareness and…

Even that 9 year old is likely to have some memory of Vietnam being an Important Event with impact on family, friends, community. Even moreso, if we account for Vietnam being a specific and particular manifestation of the Cold War, which we could argue is the broader and more general experience shared by the Boomers.

My brother and I are six years apart (1977, and 1983) - so bridging the Xennial cusp already. And our pop culture childhoods couldn't've been more divergent.

I expect we're all just waiting for a CW reboot or something, starring someone who used to be on the Disney Channel, but is now willing to show sideboob.

I'm super intrigued now, by an "accidental" minor entails. Also, why I didn't just go to that school.

There's an argument to made that it's something we inherited from the Boomers.

One of my best friends rolled out of administration for an Anthropology program. Those soft-bellied hippies wish they applied as much rigor and math as you guys.

The difference being the demographic trough sits before that.

It seems to me like they found ways to stupidly oversimplify both ends of the political discourse, when given the opportunity - so, uh… progress?

It's probably more useful for professions that have too much sway, anyways - the marketers and studio executives the like.

Being right up the middle of the cusp, I've been marinating these ideas around in my brain for years now.

Someone help me out here. My DVR recording cut out literally minutes or seconds before the end, so feel free to use spoiler tags in reply: Who did the Doctor see upon emerging from the TARDIS and burying his hands in the snow to halt his regeneration?

I mean, if you're not there to give the people what they want, what's the point?

The image of a young Robert Downey Jr. being raped with a liquor bottle by a large, intimidating black man - well, I don't what it's supposed to make me feel?

The angry desperation of the party is just such an amped-up-to-11 place on the dial for a show that already spends its time wading through low-key absurdity.

I still trot out a few bars of "That'll Never Be Me (And Don't You Ever Think It)" at the occasional party these days.

Any of the many parties with Richie, Patrick, Agustin, Dom and of course Doris in Looking

Hands down, Weird Science.