Class of 1991. Like Mystery Meat, I'm far more jaded and cynical than I was back then. I was just starting to stir, politically, during my senior year of HS. I was passionate during my first two years of college...campaigned for local Democrat candidates in the summer of '92 and adorned my car and my room with Clinton/Gore signs.
Now? I'm consumed by contempt and cynicism. I'll vote Obama, but I have no real faith in him and his ability to change anything.
And the whole Gen X is lazy thing that was perpetuated by old farts in the '90s...I like to think the last decade-plus has proven them completely full of ****. We work harder and longer for less. We've learned our efforts do not matter to the Powers That Be. We have zero job security (which contributes to the overall contempt and cynicism)...I've had more jobs since 2000 than my parents have had since 1970. My parents have never been fired/laid off/pick your euphanism. It's happened to me four times. It doesn't stop some idiots from still griping about the damn young kids, but they're morans.
Of course, I also see myself picking up some old fart habits. I have XM and keep it on the decades stations as well as the Boneyard. Damn hippies with their pants pulled down low, their new music sucks!
And even though I'm only 34, I already feel old in this business...that my time may have passed b/c I'm 34 and invested in this career and not some 22-year-old kid fresh out of college who can be exploited at a menial wage for a couple years until he finds a better career. And there are many times, especially lately, where I catch myself cursing those youngsters out and painting them with a broad brush. Damn kids with their facebooks!
Of course, I worked in those jobs when I was 22. And look where it got me. Right here.