Originally posted by MrsFurby72:
Originally posted by shonuff:
Weird I never thought I was part of generation X.




Hell, due to my age and birth year, I would be classified GENERATION X, but you know something, I don't get along with the generation X ppl that well. With my upbringing, I have more of a Baby Boomer state of mind. I am only 31, but I don't listen to the music of "my generation", I am more into disco and classic rock. Let's put it this way, most of Generation X would ask what the hell I was listening too, and if they DID know the song, it's because it' been used by Puff Daddy, excuse me, P. Diddy, or it was in Coyote Ugly or some other movie, and it's more of a joke song to them. I was also taught to have more respect for ppl than what I have seen from generation X. I don't dress like them either.
I guess being raised by my military father and my grandparents in my formative years has made me like more of the things THEY like. I love big band and swing music. If I listen to country music, it's late 70s country. I am a jeans and tshirt kind of gal. I know how to work on cars a bit, and I can shoot a gun real nice.
Most gals my age can't even change their tires, let alone give a car a tune up. They like thongs, I refuse to wear something that hangs in my butt crack. Anyway, I see myself in the older generation. I am a child of the 80s as well, but I don't consider myself generation X at all.




I'm a 'tweener. The Boomer/X cuttoff year is different, depending on who publishes it, and the problem is that most people on the borderline don't feel completely comfortable with either group. Marketers are starting to recognize the '64 to '68 (or something like that) people as a distinct market.

Oh yeah, I like just about all music 'cept country. Just can't take that corny stuff, unless it's Johnny Cash. Goes well with whiskey.

http://www.tweeners.org/usatoday.htm



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