Did Gen X Become Everything We Never Wanted To Be?

Would 1993 me absolutely hate 2023 me or is it the other way around?

As a card-carrying member of GenX, I went to a small state liberal arts college in the early to mid-’90s. I worked long nights at my college newspaper, where I was the editor of the entertainment section during a time when the local music scene a couple of hours south in Tempe was blowing up, and the Gin Blossoms had a hit record.

I had connections at indy record labels, and a friend I made at Sub-Pop sent me every single tape (I said it) that came out of there. My roommate Meeghan and I were prepping to take on the world as feminists armed with Tori Amos CDs and the poetry of Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath.

I lived the GenX dream. The mainstay in the VHS player in our dorm room was Reality Bites.

This movie was everything to me in college. I had a ridiculous crush on Ethan Hawke. I dreamed of taking over a gas station food mart with my friends. Despite probably resembling the love child of Olive Oyl and Annie Hall, I tried to dress like Lelaina and Vickie.

There are more than 30 million Gen X women in the US, and I would venture to guess that 25 million of us wanted to be…