For years I have struggled with people labeling me a millennial because, according to some sources, I fall in that generation. I was born in 1981 and most people would agree the millennial generation begins several years later. I would justify my cause by explaining how I DO NOT live as entitled as these MILLENNIALS! I could see a clear difference between me and younger people and the way they expected everything to work out for themselves. I also may be a bit of an old soul so I stand firm in my convictions.
Now fast forward 6 years or so and TA-DA! Some genius has validated my argument. I am a Xennial — praise the lord. It’s like they read my mind. If you’re reading this, you are most likely a peer and you too are a Xennial.
Definition of a Xennial according to Business Insider:
- This label is being used to describe people born between 1977 and 1983.
- They grew up in the pre-social media age like the “Gen X” generation.
- But they’ve also adapted to today’s digital culture like Millennials during their adulthood.
We were kids in the analog age but grew up as teens and 20-year-olds in the digital age. We were the young pioneers of AOL Instant Messenger, while Millennials mastered Facebook and Snapchat and have already thrown both out the window. Take me back to those sweet AIM days.
Now having said all this and based on the title of my blog you may be thinking, “okay, yes, good. Katie and Christian are Xennials”. Welp, that’s a lie. I must come clean and admit that Christian has in fact robbed the cradle and he is… a baby boomer.
He’s a Gen-X’r born in 1975, and quite frankly I am pretty jealous of him. Being born in 1975 is way cooler and his memories of the 80’s and 90’s are way cooler than mine which include riding my bike, playing Nintendo, and watching the Disney channel. Christian’s memories are of Twin Peaks, crushing on Sherilyn Fenn, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the Challenger explosion. I thought the Challenger exploded when I was in middle school (1992-94, way off). He also had a huge crush on Stefanie Powers in Hart to Hart(?).
I was between the ages of 0 and 3 at that time, never heard of that show, and at best I was watching Romper Room, learning how to poop in a toilet.
Not only are his memories better than mine, but he doesn’t have to fight people on being a millennial. (I get SO fired up! I mean, I started a BLOG just to talk about it.) I get made fun of for loving avocado toast all because I was born in 1981. I can’t help that I’ve been eating the best snack on Earth LONG BEFORE they made t-shirts pronouncing one’s love for it. Would I wear this t-shirt? Maybe. If you buy it for me…
So we’ve cleared up what a Xennial is, what I am, and what Christian is… but we have not discussed why I named this blog The Xennial Couple. It could just be all about me hating Millenials and justifying all the ways I’m not one. (I’m not actually that bitter. I don’t think.) ALAS! He may not have been born in the crucial years of the most important generation of all time, Christian is married to me and we do live a very Xennial lifestyle.
If you care to ever read more than this one page, I promise to keep you entertained by our adventures, non-adventures, and our dog. We have chosen a different path and while that by no means defines a Xennial, it’s definitely more common nowadays to admittedly not know what the hell you’re doing in life. As those millennials say, “THE STRUGGLE IS REAL”. We don’t have it easy like our baby booming parents did, and we also don’t have it easy like a lotta millennials and iGen’ers whose parents not only pay for college but also grad school, a car, unlimited data plans, and a down payment on their first house.
Maybe it’s selfish of me to think this because I know there are people older than me that got all these perks, and there are people much younger than me whose parents didn’t give them a dime(bag) ((OHHHHH! SNAP!)). It’s a huge assumption I just made based on the people I know and 0 research behind my thoughts. I am 100% grateful for what my parents gave me, did for me, yada yada yada… so much so I believe everyone should be treated the way I was because, please, look at me.
OKAY NO SERIOUSLY, things are just different these days. My life is NOTHING like my parent’s life when they were my age. Shiiiiiit, I’d have two kids ages 6 and 9 if I were living their life. Instead, we’re renting a home for roughly $5 million monthly and owning a home on the other side of the country where our entire family resides. That makes sense, right?
They say when choosing to write a blog, pick something that will be easy for you to create content around. Turns out I have too much to say on this subject. I will share the stories of our current lives in California, where our lives are taking us, where our lives used to be, and also make fun of myself a lot. I feel this is a good outlet for someone as self-deprecating as me.