by Julia Sorensen
Generation X is the only generation that seems to escape contempt. Millennials get dragged daily for avocado toast, debt, and therapy memes. Gen Z gets roasted for TikTok dances, for speaking in acronyms no one over 25 understands, for allegedly killing irony and then reviving it in grotesque, twitchy new forms. Boomers are punching bags by default, condemned for hoarding wealth, destroying the climate, and still insisting on phoning instead of texting. But Gen X? The slackers, the latchkey kids, the ones who mainlined MTV like scripture? Somehow they get away clean. Nobody really hates them. Nobody even really argues about them. They are allowed to be the overlooked middle child, except—strangely—people admire...
by Julia Sorensen
Generation X is the only generation that seems to escape contempt. Millennials get dragged daily for avocado toast, debt, and therapy memes. Gen Z gets roasted for TikTok dances, for speaking in acronyms no one over 25 understands, for allegedly killing irony and then reviving it in grotesque, twitchy new forms. Boomers are punching bags by default, condemned for hoarding wealth, destroying the climate, and still insisting on phoning instead of texting. But Gen X? The slackers, the latchkey kids, the ones who mainlined MTV like scripture? Somehow they get away clean. Nobody really hates them. Nobody even really argues about them. They are allowed to be the overlooked middle child, except—strangely—people admire...