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Xennials: The New Name For The Micro-Generation Born Between 1977-1983

Turns out, there's a micro-generation of people (like me) who aren't Gen-X-ers or Millenials.
Written by Karen Johnson

In high school, I communicated with boyfriends solely via house phone. Nights were spent driving by popular hangouts like the corner store, hoping to run into other kids. I couldn’t lie when I called home because my parents had caller ID. I got my first email account in college, and I purchased my first cell phone at 20. And watching Dawson’s Creek and Felicity were essential to my well-being. I am, according to a recent article published on Did You Know?, a “xennial.”

Apparently xennials are a “micro-generation” of people born between 1977-1983. I fall smack in the middle, born in 1980. Reading this article, the criteria fits me to a T. The article says “xennials experienced an analogue childhood and a digital adulthood” and “possess both Gen X cynicism and Millenial optimism and drive.” 

This paragraph takes me back, as it exactly describes my college experience: “We had cell phones in college, but they stayed in our glove boxes because they couldn’t do anything but call, and it cost so much we actually reserved them for emergencies. We used dialup. Instant Messenger felt like the future had arrived, and we spent hours waiting to hear the noise of a door opening and closing, hoping that our crush had signed online.”

My first cell phone plan cost a pile of diamonds and gold, and I never dared use it before 7:00 p.m. Texting was new and exciting but took a day and half to type out a sentence. Instant messenger was my lifeline and the primary form of communication with college friends and boyfriends. Nothing was more exciting then seeing a certain boy’s name turn bold on my computer screen, meaning he was now active.

Seven years isn’t enough to qualify as a full generation, but this article says we aren’t really Gen-X-ers or true Millenials. “We were the last kids to make it all the way to grown up without pervasive technology. We were the first twenty-somethings to learn how to use iPods and internet on our phones, how to text and online date. We straddle a gap, exist between two worlds, and have, in some ways, lived two separate lives instead of one. And that, I think, earns us our own title (at the very least).”

This could not be more true. As a child free from technology (unless you count the boombox I begged for in 8th grade as high-tech), I am now an adult completely dependent on it. But I made it well into adulthood before switching over. I didn’t have my first smartphone until six years ago, which meant very few pictures of my first child ever made it online. When I moved to Wisconsin in 2006, I was 26 years old. I bought a giant book of maps and learned the city of Milwaukee and surrounding suburbs by getting lost, getting out my book of maps, finding where I was, and continuing on. Now, a mere 11 years later, the thought of reading an actual map is hilarious to me. Um, hello Siri and Google maps?

I remember the grunge culture, but I was a bit too young to fully fit in there. But these full-on tech-savvy Millenials overwhelm me with their podcasts and apps and tech-language that sounds like Latin. Now, at 37, I continue to straddle the tech-free and tech-dependent worlds I’ve lived in. We only have one iPad in our house, and one TV (but it’s a smart TV). I still read real books with pages that I borrow from the library, but if I need to know how many teaspoons are in a tablespoon, I use my phone to find out (or call my mom). And my 8-year-old sometimes has to help me figure out the latest app society says I need.

I love my new-found title—xennial. Because when I look back at the life I’ve lived, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Now can someone help me figure out iTunes? I still don’t get it.

PS – we were told this name came out way back in 2014! Here’s the original story for your reading enjoyment! 

About the author

Karen Johnson

Karen Johnson is a free-lance writer who blogs at The 21st Century SAHM http://www.the21stcenturysahm.com/ —a cathartic mix of sarcasm, angry Mama Bear rants, and confessions about how she’s probably screwing up her kids. She is also assistant editor at Sammiches and Psych Meds and has had work featured on Scary Mommy, The Good Men Project, What the Flicka, and Bon Bon Break, among others. Karen is also a contributing writer in Lose the Cape: Never Will I Ever (and then I had kids!) and in What Does It Mean to Be White in America? and she writes monthly for KC Parent magazine. Follow Karen on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/21stcenturysahm/, Twitter https://twitter.com/21stcenturysahm , and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/the21stcenturysahm/