Talkin’ ’bout my gen...

talkin’ ’bout my generation tonight i heard a comment about the “present generation.” it was a reference primarily to college students; an admonition that it was they who would wake up and affect change in america. my generation was labeled “x” by douglas coupland, a moniker that took firm grasp in the early 90s as it was paraded from television station to print journal, ad nauseum. we were disdainful, disappointed and cynical, in a hopeful sort of way.  i could propose many other counter virtues, wiping a nostalgic tear from my eye, but i can shorten all my thoughts of that time to my memory of kurt cobain1, grunge, and a grasp for something, anything, that was real.  we were aware that our problems were psychological ones on a higher point of maslo...