Mama and Papa Able eloped in 1968, but were not blessed with we two daughters until the early/middle eighties. If birth date determines inclusion in a particular generation, then neither of us could really be called Gen-X-ers. But since, despite our youth, we had Boomer-hippie parents and shopped at Contempo Casuals and dug all that bummy heroin music, I always felt we deserved a bit of an honorary place among them. All we missed was the 70s tykehood, which--really--is no small thing. Would Janeane Garofalo (or her Reality Bites iteration), all ironic barrettes and lunchbox purses, be possible without this video I've included below? No. So, nevermind.
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