ABSTRACT
“Generation X” is one of the tallest of tales ever sold. Tales of Generation X never told the full story; they never painted the entire picture. Generation X, said the storytellers, came after the most impressive of social and political movements had passed; it was located between the greatest of generations had already made their mark; it was seemingly lost in a time defined by the negative, the disillusioned, and the forgotten. Generation X was a question mark, an unknown quality yet to be determined, perhaps never to be defined. Generation X was a blank, a hole, an identity squeezed between two poles, twisted into a demographic that extracted little, disregarded as dark matter lost in disillusioned space. Who cares, said critics. Whatever, replied Xers.
