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Friday, February 26th, 2010 05:11 pm
My brother and i bracket the depths of the baby bust (1970) by just a few years. I feel the absence of my peers more acutely, i suspect, as i work with boomers and only a few folks who might be older than i am but not officially boomers. (There's one younger person.) My spiritual community is boomers and older-than-boomers, too, and many of my LJ friends are boomers. Apparently 1961-81 is a common bracket for my generation when labeled "Generation X." I suppose that's fair, but i think that it's the folks in the ten years centered around that nadir of birthrate who feel the dominance of the birthrate cohorts on either side. Generational privilege, if you ask me. I could write a backpack list for the rest of y'all.

Anyhow.

We watched an episode of thirtysomething last night and it was incredibly trippy for me. (Us!) When we watched thirtysomething last, it was when it was running. We'd go to Christine's sister's place, then near the campus of our undergrad institution, and watch with her. Christine's sister is definitely a boomer and was thirtysomething then and could map some of her life to the lifehistory and experiences to some of the folks on the show. It was all future for Christine and i.

Twenty years have passed and now Christine and i are on the other side of being thirtysomething. We actually lived in Philly at the beginning of our thirtysomething-ness.

To watch now, to see the characters unchanged -- the shifting is odd. They're younger than us, now, yet they're still boomers, as the Carly Simon cultural touchpoint reminds me. Philly was intimated, but if they'd really been shooting in downtown restaurants and bars the spaces would have been so much more narrow.