Remember when life didn’t come with trigger warnings, participation trophies, or an app to remind you to breathe? Yeah. We called that “Tuesday.”

We’re the latchkey generation—raised by TV, powered by sarcasm, and toughened by neglect disguised as independence. We walked home alone, microwaved questionable food, and treated dehydration with warm hose water. We didn’t need mindfulness—we had Metallica, MTV, and mild trauma.

Everybody wants the Gen X cool factor—the soundtrack, the rebellion, the flannel. But when it’s time to actually do Gen X sh!t—like working through pain, laughing at chaos, or surviving on caffeine and cynicism—they start buffering like a dial-up connection.

We didn’t just grow up in the analog world—we survived it. We learned patience from cassette tapes, courage from horror movies, and humility from AOL chatrooms. The world didn’t hand us safe spaces; it handed us responsibility, sarcasm, and the uncanny ability to keep functioning while emotionally wrecked.

So yeah—everybody wants to be Gen X…

until the power goes out and they realize they can’t charge their coping skills.

Saint Dirty Face™

[Stay Dirty, Stay Human™]

Because our generation’s motto was simple:

“If it’s broke—duct tape it. If it hurts—walk it off. If it’s life—deal with it.”