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 had a high school classmate who wrote a story in English class about a kid who shoots up a school, and it wasn't a big deal.
Your grandmother referred to phone numbers with mnemonics like "Springfield 26873."
You were a teenager when mountain bikes were invented.
You know who Bob Barker and Peter Jennings are.
You’ve added water to canned soup.
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 grew up with toys actually made from wood, like in the Christmas cartoons.
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.
“Queer” still feels like a slur, but you have fond memories of playing "smear the queer."
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.
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 engine.
You remember when flight attendants were called stewardesses, served free meals and didn’t walk around asking for trash all the time.
Your mom had no idea where you were for hours at a time, when you were 10.
You've heard an actual dial tone through a telephone handset.
“588-2300" and “867-5309” still make you involuntarily break into song.
You brought 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 thinking fanny packs and Rollerblades made you look cool.
Ricky Schroeder, Heather Locklear and Spicoli meant something to you.
You’ve owned phonebooks.
The overhead music at the grocery store is from your 20s.
Your first car would be worth more now than when you bought it.
You remember the euphoria of finding a $10 bill.
You've seen a movie at drive-in theater.
You know what “flash cubes” are.
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 learned to tell time on an analog clock before you were a teenager.
You owned, or once wanted to own, a pager.
You’ve seen, or know people who have seen, Earth, Wind & Fire.
Lean Cuisine was considered health food.
You’ve stretched a phone cord into another room, for privacy.
You’d rather go back to 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.
If you really try, you can remember gas prices advertised in cents.
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.
What did I miss?





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