Hi, Generation “Y”. Generation “X” is sick of your bullsh*t…

For the purpose of this article it’s important to note that Gen x’ers were born from 1965-1983. Generation y’s were born from 1984 to 2002.  If you’re a gen x, with kids who is around 40-45 years old than you will love this…

My wife read this post to me last night while we were waiting to see the play, “Chess” at the Princess of Wales theatre in Toronto. The play was terrible, but dinner and the company was amazing.  It was so very nice to get out without the kids, eventhough we were both exhausted.. Generation X’ers you get it right?

In light of the G20, Occupy Toronto (and other places) and all the whining going around, I had to re-post this article called Generation X is tired of your Bullshit.  Here is a link to the original post; http://www.emptyage.com/post/11591863916/generation-x-doesnt-want-to-hear-it

So here it is!

Generation X is sick of your bullshit.

The first generation to do worse than its parents?


Been there.

Generation X was told that so many times that it can’t even read those words without hearing Winona Ryder’s voice in its heads. Or maybe it’s Ethan Hawke’s. Possibly Bridget Fonda’s. Generation X is getting older, and can’t remember those movies so well anymore. In retrospect, maybe they weren’t very good to begin with.

But Generation X is tired of your sense of entitlement. Generation X also graduated during a recession. It had even shittier jobs, and actually had to pay for its own music. (At least, when music mattered most to it.)

Generation X is used to being fucked over. It lost its meager savings in the dot-com bust. Then came George Bush, and 9/11, and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Generation X bore the brunt of all that. And then came the housing crisis.

Generation X wasn’t surprised. Generation X kind of expected it.

Generation X is a journeyman. It didn’t invent hip hop, or punk rock, or even electronica (it’s pretty sure those dudes in Kraftwerk are boomers) but it perfected all of them, and made them its own. It didn’t invent the Web, but it largely built the damn thing. Generation X gave you Google and Twitter and blogging; Run DMC and Radiohead and Nirvana and Notorious B.I.G. Not that it gets any credit.

But that’s okay. Generation X is used to being ignored, stuffed between two much larger, much more vocal, demographics. But whatever! Generation X is self-sufficient. It was a latchkey child. Its parents were too busy fulfilling their own personal ambitions to notice any of its trophies-which were admittedly few and far between because they were only awarded for victories, not participation.

In fairness, Generation X could use a better spokesperson. Barack Obama is just a little too senior to count among its own, and it has debts older than Mark Zuckerberg. Generation X hasn’t had a real voice since Kurt Cobain blew his brains out, Tupac was murdered, Jeff Mangum went crazy, David Foster Wallace hung himself, Jeff Buckley drowned, River Phoenix overdosed, Elliott Smith stabbed himself (twice) in the heart, Axl got fat.

Generation X is beyond all that bullshit now. It quit smoking and doing coke a long time ago. It has blood pressure issues and is heavier than it would like to be. It might still take some ecstasy, if it knew where to get some. But probably not. Generation X has to be up really early tomorrow morning.

Generation X is tired.

It’s a parent now, and there’s always so damn much to do. Generation X wishes it had better health insurance and a deeper savings account. It wonders where its 30s went. It wonders if it still has time to catch up.

Right now, Generation X just wants a beer and to be left alone. It just wants to sit here quietly and think for a minute. Can you just do that, okay? It knows that you are so very special and so very numerous, but can you just leave it alone? Just for a little bit? Just long enough to sneak one last fucking cigarette? No?

Whatever. It’s cool.

Generation X is used to disappointments. Generation X knows you didn’t even read the whole thing. It doesn’t want or expect your reblogs; it picked the wrong platform.

Generation X should have posted this to LiveJournal.


It’s not rocket science

It’s really not rocket science. It’s common sense. I feel like changing the name of my blog from urbandaddy to common sense.

I heard three stories today which made me smack my head and wonder if common sense is a gift or if some people had theirs burned away from too much drugs or too many shots to the heads.

Case in point…

There was a report today that accidents increase 17% on the Monday following daylight savings time. Why? Because people lose an hour of sleep and are more likely to fall asleep in their cars or not be awake enough to drive responsibly.


If people cannot function with an hour less sleep they must not have ever had / or have children.

But really, so if that is the problem then maybe day light savings should be 15 minutes every week for a month, or split it into two time shifts, or… move it to Friday night / Saturday morning so people have that extra day to get used to the time shift. Or… This one is tricky… Change your clocks ahead (for Spring) the day before and use that day to adjust to the time change.


Too many options…

The next story surrounds studies into heart attacks and states quite frankly that downturns in the market have been shown to have caused heart attacks…


So maybe a solution is for those who have heart problems should not be allowed to play the market… Or if they choose to play it and have a heart attack, they knew the chances.


We call it natural selection.

The third story surrounds Corey Haim. His funeral is in Toronto tomorrow and the rumour is that the City is paying for some of it because there were no funds in his estate left to pay for anything, let alone a funeral. I mean what 38 year old puts aside money for their death when their advisors don’t make them, and they are so drugged up that they feel invincible.

If Corey had good handlers or role models around him he would be alive, and struggling with addiction instead of dead and broke.

I’m sure when he grew up he wanted to make it in showbiz and be somebody. He had his 15 minutes of fame and addiction took it from him way too soon.

The glaring message here folks… As clear as common sense… Don’t do drugs. Any drugs… As you never know how addictive a personality you have and you may get hooked. It happens to the best of us. The worst of us go on crime sprees to feed their habit and cause pain for others in the process.

In the end, drugs – when abused – cause heartbreak, sadness and death.

We don’t know how our bodies are going to react to these drugs so the best way to live a vibrant, happy life is to say no.

I know this sounds cold, but with every “celebrity” that dies from an OD way back to Kurt Cobain (where drugs messed him up and he shot himself) to Chris Benoit (who abused steroids) to Michael Jackson and his prescribed painkillers (thanks Sarah) to that DJ who survived a plane crash with Travis Barker only to OD, or Corey Haim… You are messages to the youth of today to stay away from drugs…

That is, if they have the common sense to see that.