the way we circled them
we
empowered women of the 90s
not spice girls, not riot grrls, just us
yet to realise our mistakes
our eyes
greedy for a piece
our price
success
were they ever afraid
did they even notice?
seducing
our prey
as we slipped through the net
of history
fishnet-clad wrists
slicing away
traces kicked over
bottles smashed
tracing an ankh – life!
into teenage behinds
in black
we didn’t know to be afraid
relieved or excited
only much later
thought of the danger
nothing bad happened
we got away
with…
(shhh)
Apparently we’re called Xennials now – us people born between 1977 and 1983. Seems to fit with the generation who would have watched a certain TV show about a feisty fighting princess … Another friend called us the ‘last tactile generation’ – I kinda liked that.
clairevetica 
I was born in 1980 and it’s kind of nice to have a generational label, although my favourite is Generation Catalano, after My So-Called Life.
Oh no i didn’t watch it! Xennials is terrible, really. But i did always think we were inbetweenies… destined for mediocrity?! Eep. Had too much fun in the 90s. Now late(ish) bloomers… perhaps, i hope… Haha
Good write Claire. Interesting reflections that I (from a previous generation altogether) don’t get to see in an accessible form so very much. I enjoyed this read.
That’s interesting to hear. Maybe i should explore this topic further. I have a lot to say! Hmm… Thanks
Worthwhile Claire. Mostly the communication about what it is to be part of the generation is poor, or lost, or tied up in genre or such.
I prefer the kind of presentation that you pursued in this piece.
Ha ha! In that case, stay tuned for celebrations of genderless Lego and computers but no facebook 😉
looking forward to it!