You know you're GenX if…
What'd I miss?
Enjoy this ten-speed-bike ride down memory lane (at dusk without lights or a helmet).
You know you’re GenX if….
The words “Rolodex,” “stick shift” and “insane” still come out of your mouth.
You remember when luggage didn’t have wheels.
You've gone to a drugstore to develop photos.
You can write a check and address an envelope without asking for help.
You’ve used hydrogen peroxide as a hair product and feathered your bangs...
…or you rocked a mullet without irony.
You know what orange juice from concentrate tastes like.
You remember the chemical-sugar coating on bubble-gum cigarettes.
Your high-school classmate turned in a story for English Comp about a kid who shoots up a school, and the teacher just rolled her eyes.
You grew up drinking water from faucets and garden hoses.
You’ve read porn.
You have childhood memories of getting up to change channels on a TV set.
You understand old peoples’ references to Rudolph Valentino.
You and your friends walked to elementary school without parents.
You remember seeing a middle-aged colleague brushing his teeth after lunch in the office bathroom and thinking, “Weirdo.”
You kept a spiral-bound street map in your glove box.
You understand why a glove box is called that.
You know what “Breaker 1-9” means and remember the chorus to “Convoy.”
You would have killed to own a Trans-Am with an eagle on the hood.
Some small part of you still feels a little bad walking down the sidewalk staring at your phone.
Your grandmother referred to phone numbers with mnemonics like “Springfield 26873.”
You were a teenager when mountain bikes were invented.
You know who Leather Tuscadero and Suzi Quatro (and that they’re one person).
You know what a banana seat and a princess phone is.
You tied different colored bandannas around your ankles to look different like everyone else.
“Queer” still feels like a slur, but you have fond memories of playing “smear the queer.”
You had a friend who thought Sabrina was the hottest Charlie’s Angel.
”OP" stood for an aspirational brand of surf wear, not the person who starts an internet thread.
You paid your high-school classmate in beer to tune up your car.
You remember when flight attendants served free meals and didn’t walk around asking for trash.
Your mom had no idea where you were for hours at a time, when you were 10.
You've heard a dial tone through a telephone handset.
You vaguely remember luncheonettes in the back of drug stores.
“588-2300" and “867-5309” still make you involuntarily break into song.
You had peanuts in your school lunch and didn’t get in trouble.
You remember curbs littered with soda can pull tabs.
You vaguely remember watching “Canon,” “Barnaby Jones,” “Ironside” and “McCloud,” which seemed like plausible TV crime dramas.
You miss the smell of burning leaves in October.
You can name four or more Patrick Swayze movies off the top of your head.
You remember when fanny packs and Rollerblades were cool.
Ricky Schroeder, Heather Locklear and Spicoli meant something to you.
You’ve owned phonebooks and record players.
The overhead music at the grocery store is from your 20s.
Your first car was a Japanese beater.
You know what a Datsun B210 was.
You remember the euphoria of finding a $10 bill.
You've seen a movie at drive-in theater.
Your parents owned a VW camper because it was affordable.
You’ve eaten a “tv dinner” for dinner.
You had a drawer just for leg warmers.
You know what “flash cubes” are.
You learned to tell time on an analog clock before you were a teenager.
You wanted to own a pager.
You’ve seen, or know somone who has seen, Earth, Wind & Fire.
You grew up thinking Lean Cuisine was health food.
You’ve stretched a phone cord into another room, for privacy.
You’d rather go back to cassette-tape answering machines.
You and your friends chased mosquito foggers on your bike in the summer, to your parents’ amusement.
You wish college kids weren’t such wusses.
You wanted to be on “The Gong Show.”
You know Lynda Carter spells her name with a y.
You can remember seeing signs for 99¢ gas.
You know that ¢ goes after the number.
When smoking in bars and restaurants was banned, you weren’t immediately sure it was a good idea.
Your first email address ended with @AOL.com.
You remember where you were the first time you heard “My Sharona.”
“Jane you ignorant slut” still makes you laugh, but you’re slightly offended when people say “fuck” on Zoom.





Jiffy Pop on the Stove
Green Army Men torture
Oui magazine
most prized possession - First Walkman
How to find songs on an 8 track
Bo Derek - "10"
School Cheese
Banana Seats and Kick-back gears
Cards in the spokes
You know what a clothespin is and how to use it
TAB cola
Hey! Sabrina was the hottest of Charlie’s Angels. If that makes me weird I don’t want to be normal