With a rebel heart beating in my chest, being put in a box really bugs me especially when capitalist culture gets it wrong. Born in December of 1962, I embody the Flower Children designation. I think your name for this group works out better than the Jones name. Some people commenting in the thread on generation classifications in Oldster (that's how I found you) were confused with the meaning and thought it meant 'keeping up with the Jones' instead of jonesing for something. - Amy @findingmyway and @mindfulsoulcenter
I think I get most of what you mean. I identified with flower power for maybe a year, back in junior high. Striped bell bottoms and flowery shirts. After that, existentialism took over my being, and I just went dark. Even GenX didn't really fit, and I was never, ever a boomer. If I could have named my generation, it might have been the "Apollo Generation," for the space race optimism and the "pale blue dot" feeling. But that moniker only seems to fit those who "got" the engineering attitude, with all its hopes and flaws. Yet, I believe the Flower and the Rocket are oddly allied. Renewable energy, as a social benefit enabled by deft engineering, is a good example. So, more power to your flower! There's room in the rocket for flowers, too!
I'm pretty much a GenXer by your q's, but things do blend a little bit to flower child because of my older brother (1964), who had an influence on discovering music, politics, etc. Great thoughts, Rosana!
With a rebel heart beating in my chest, being put in a box really bugs me especially when capitalist culture gets it wrong. Born in December of 1962, I embody the Flower Children designation. I think your name for this group works out better than the Jones name. Some people commenting in the thread on generation classifications in Oldster (that's how I found you) were confused with the meaning and thought it meant 'keeping up with the Jones' instead of jonesing for something. - Amy @findingmyway and @mindfulsoulcenter
1963 here so I feel all of this. Definitely a Flower Child
I think I get most of what you mean. I identified with flower power for maybe a year, back in junior high. Striped bell bottoms and flowery shirts. After that, existentialism took over my being, and I just went dark. Even GenX didn't really fit, and I was never, ever a boomer. If I could have named my generation, it might have been the "Apollo Generation," for the space race optimism and the "pale blue dot" feeling. But that moniker only seems to fit those who "got" the engineering attitude, with all its hopes and flaws. Yet, I believe the Flower and the Rocket are oddly allied. Renewable energy, as a social benefit enabled by deft engineering, is a good example. So, more power to your flower! There's room in the rocket for flowers, too!
I'm pretty much a GenXer by your q's, but things do blend a little bit to flower child because of my older brother (1964), who had an influence on discovering music, politics, etc. Great thoughts, Rosana!
Soon not a Boomer! But that bit about always having options as women..? We *had* them, only if we were willing to fight for them.
I was offered a shot at the first West Point class to admit women. I (almost instinctively) knew I didn't want it enough.