Friday, January 9, 2009

Generation X

Generation X came of age between 1991 and 1999. We’re the inbetweeners: book-ended by the baby boomers and the millennials. We're the last generation to hoard albums on vinyl, make mix tapes, read newspapers . . . the last generation to express any sort of resistance to corporate servitude. Xers are self-conscious, detached, sceptical, and questioning. Be it culture or chemistry, we’ve got a lot rattling around in our heads, sometimes maybe too much.

Over-educated
Most of us pepper our daily life with obscure references (obscure films, dead TV stars, high-brow literature, niche indie music, etc.) as a subliminal means of showcasing our education, connecting with kindred spirits, and disassociating from the world of mass culture. This shorthand is baffling to strangers, and too much like hard work for the Millennials.

“Her hair was totally 1950s Indiana Woolworth perfume clerk. But the dress was early ‘60s Aeroflot stewardess- you know- that really sad blue the Russians used before they all started wanting to buy Sonys and having Guy Laroche design their Politburo caps. And such make-up! Perfect ’70s Mary Quant, with these little PVC floral appliqué earrings that looked like antiskid bathtub stickers from a gay Hollywood tub circa 1956. She really caught the sadness- she was the hippest person there. Totally.”
- Douglas Coupland, Generation X (1993)

Under-employed
“McJob: A low-pay, low-prestige, low-dignity, low benefit, no-future job in the service sector.”
- Douglas Coupland, Generation X (1993)

Nadja repped for Rentokil, I worked as a photography assistant and waited tables at night, Hay-sus worked in a dive bar. Amid these God awful jobs, we dreamed of the of that first rung of the corporate ladder: the veal-fattening pen- those small, cramped office workstations built of grey wall partitions- named after the small pre-slaughter cubicles used by the cattle industry.

Mid-Twenties Breakdown
This mind-numbing drudgery brought on my mid-twenties breakdown. I sunk into a period of mental collapse, probably caused by my inability to function outside of school or structured environments, coupled with a realization of my essential aloneness in the world. I just wanted to curl up in the garage with a bag of dog biscuits. Instead, I turned to drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol.

Live Fast, Die Young, Win Fabulous Prizes
“Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?
It's a crazy situation
But all I need are cigarettes and alcohol!“
- Oasis, Cigarettes & Alcohol (1994)

For five years after grad we partied hard, drank a fuckload of booze, and did enough drugs to fell a concrete elephant. Getting off your face several school nights in a row was fine; our dead-end jobs were so un-taxing, so dull that we could come home at five am, sleep til six, then shuffle to work and sit there numb and embalmed til home time. What cash we did earn were just fun vouchers for more good times.

It’s Better to Burn Out Than to Fade Away
In January 11, 1992, Nirvana's Nevermind album reached number one. Two years later Kurt Cobain shot himself. He wrote the Neil Young lyrics “It’s better to burn out, than to fade away” in his suicide note. Hearing the news, the world felt shittier, like we’d all lost something that day. A big piece of our innocence fell away, like a crumbling ice shelf plunging into the sea.

The Rise of the Millennials
“I'm losing my edge. The kids are coming up from behind.”
- LCD Soundsystem, Losing my Edge (2005)

Britney killed our generation. Everything changed with her arrival in 1999: The Xers' groovy, indie music-and-second-hand-store-style heyday was out; consumer hell was in.

The millennials, spawned during the last days of disco, speak with none of the doubt and scepticism that have marked - and - hampered Generation X. They just LOVE stuff. They love celebrities. They love technology. They love name brands. They love everything. They're happy to do whatever advertising tells them to do. So what if they can't manage to read anything longer than an instant message? If anything, it's an advantage. Because literacy leads to self-reflection and critical thinking, and self-reflection and critical thinking open the door to doubt and scepticism and stuff like that just gets in the way when you're trying to get ahead.

In a Cold World, You Need Your Friends to Keep You Warm
The clung-to myth that there will always be a financial and emotional safety net to buffer life's hurts, usually in the form of our parents- doesn’t apply for most of us anymore. Friends are the new family now. The most precious thing we can give each other is love, kindness and understanding- mirrors for each other to show us how and where we're at.

“Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.”
- Kurt Vonnegut (1997)

7 comments:

Jeannie said...

It's peculiar, but Kurt Cobain's suicide made absolutely no impression on me. The death that really made me rock back, and feel suddenly old, was River Pheonix.

I also find the Millennials (great tag-yours?) a bit incomprehensible. And we are currently looking at kit to be able to play our large collection of vinyl!

timothymarcjones said...

I was a HUGE Nirvana fan, so was shocked when Kurt died.

River Phoenix's death seemed so unreal- all that talent, and he died of an accidental overdose.

Sadly, the Millenials is not my tag.

I'd love to have a vinyl only party. Actually, that sounds like a plan...

Jeannie said...

Let's plan it soon - our records (well, mostly Jon's actually, I never had enough money to buy many) are stored at my folks house still, and my Dad keeps threatening to sell them on EBay...!

It was the sheer futility of River's death that got to me. Had echoes of that feeling last year when Heath Ledger died.

I think Kurt Cobain died when I was right in the throes of trying to get my Honours, and had withdrawn somewhat from the rest of the world. Or perhaps it was the eternal cycnic in me - rock stars burn bright, then flame out...

Janelle said...

great post.. . totally. man. had something vaguely relevant to say and it just went, pouf! like a light going out, and now i can't remember. oh well. couldn't have been too weighty then, could it? really enjoyed the read. listening to nick drake whilst reading...matched. xx j

timothymarcjones said...

Janelle,
Nick Drake eh? He had a lot of issues, but he sounds heavenly. It's raining this morning, so I'm listening to Cello Song.

tam said...

Sigh. Another brilliant post, Tim.
Rockey street, the Vic. Kurt Cobain, lectures without cellphones (imagine?). We who either believed that an arts degree would get us somewhere or didn't care that it wouldn't. (perhaps we knew, that we would be small islands in the sea of MBAs that now stretches from 'burb to 'burb.
thanks for this.
sometimes i'm amazed to have survived. Many of us had breakdowns in our 20's, hey? Many didn't make it. I'm glad you did. I'm glad I did. Maybe we had to fragment, so that we could re-arrange the pieces.
Surely the millenials will have their own challenges and crises?
we can make some contributions to the vinyl party! hey, lets do it!

timothymarcjones said...

tam,
I was terrified leaving Rhodes with a puny arts degree. It was tough, but study in humanities made me (I hope) more interesting, and more questioning.

I met a friend in a Harare club 1996. She reeled off the several class of 1994 people who had died since.

I'm glad we made it. Some great people didn't.

Vinyl party, yes! I found a turntable in garage. Will keep you posted.