Sunday, January 25, 2026

Generation Jones

I am not a fan of labels and have never really felt part of any labeled group, even ones I’ve paid to join. I guess it's human nature to try to find a group of folks to identify with, and by default other groups are "not us." This makes us feel safe from the scary things, or something. The modern mania to categorize people is, imo, mostly a marketing tactic to help advertise more strategically. I try to ignore labels, although some years ago it was brought to my attention that I am part of “Generation Jones,” which is apparently a cohort between Boomers and Generation X. I forgot about this until the other weekend when a group of friends began discussing it. 

If you were born between 1954 and 1965, like me, you may also be part of Generation Jones, especially if you don’t feel a connection to the Baby Boomers or to the younger folks in Gen X. Cultural commentator Jonathan Pontell coined the term “to describe a group with a unique set of cultural and economic experiences.” The name refers to “jonesing” (craving) and “keeping up with the Joneses,” as we supposedly yearn for the affluence of the Boomers and lament our unfulfilled promises. Many of us were "latchkey kids," coming home to empty houses when our mothers returned to work. We existed in the gap between Beatlemania and Nirvana, subsisting on punk rock, MTV, and Star Wars. Woodstock wasn't our thing, but we do recall Watergate and gas lines. We're more pessimistic and cynical than both Boomers and X'ers. 

Blah blah blah. Some of these items resonate with me (latchkey), and some don't (Star Wars). A lot of it is simply personal taste ~ I don't really like punk rock; I love the Doors and the Stones, which my dad listened to as well. I even love Sinatra and Elvis. What does that imply about which group I should be stuffed into? Nothing. I attribute my lack of wealth to a divorce, not to any mysterious cultural forces. I do feel somewhat unfulfilled as far as a career, but that was entirely my own fault, or not even "fault." I needed more time to process certain emotional issues in my teens and 20s and could not leap onto the college to career train at the optimal moment. As far as being pessimistic and cynical, I have no way to objectively judge if I am more or less so than people of different generations. Sometimes writers just make shit up because they have to get an article in by a deadline or want to say something edgy for attention. Not saying this is that. I don't know.

Anyway. I had a great lunch at Belmont Brewing Company in Long Beach the other day and learned that "flatbread" can be like a pizza! I had no idea; I've always ignored flatbreads on the menu due to the term itself sounding unappealing. Flat bread. Who wants that? But I ordered a veggie one due to curiosity plus nothing else struck my fancy, and it was absolutely delicious. I could only eat half, and the leftovers were yummy too. 

This weekend I binge-watched 11.22.63, the Netflix miniseries based on the Stephen King novel. I had never read the book, but I vaguely knew it was about a teacher traveling back in time to try to stop the JFK assassination. James Franco starred as Jake Epping and did a great job. I did have some problems with logistics; for example, at one point Jake's mentor told him that if Jake returned to the current year, everything he had changed in the past would be undone and go back to "normal." But then the movie ignored that whole concept, and Jake did return, twice, and that didn't happen. There were a couple other glitches as well, plus at various points the story became tedious and overly complicated. Like why not just kill Oswald or prevent him from leaving his house on that date? Instead, they (Jake plus his sidekick who was also in on the plan) dove into this whole mishmash about trying to see if Oswald was working for someone else, rented a place near him to spy on him, got involved with other characters, etc. In any case, the current day turns out worse if JFK lives, so that was interesting, and I would have liked to have heard more about it. The novel is considered one of King's best, blending science fiction and historical fiction, so I may have to add it to my ever-growing TBR pile. 

6 comments:

  1. I have read that our in-between generation was the original Generation X because we are so anonymous. So anonymous, we didn't get to keep that moniker. I disagree with us Jonesing for anything. We seem to be a humble bunch compared to actual Boomers. I've heard "Jones" can mean we are utterly non-descript/plain vanilla, which I think fits better. Now I've heard "Boomer 2" or "Boomer Tail". Whatever. We weren't psychodelic hippies or having sit-ins and all that.

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  2. I have always found the generation thing somewhat silly. The span of 18 years is ridiculous. I was born in 1946 and I have nothing in common with someone who was born in 1964 (the year I graduated from high school). If they want to group people by life experiences/attitudes they have to narrow that down - a lot. Of course we do analyze through our own experiences and these generalizations never fit my experiences.

    Lawsy, but I dislike time travel stories and have never cared for Stephen King - aside from 'Carrie' I've not read any of his books - I just don't care...and I stopped reading books over 350 pages years ago.

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  3. I think it's mostly sociologists who divide up generations like that. I think I'm millennial, but only by a couple of years. I don't really identify with my peers, as I mostly live in a cultural timewarp (music from the 60s to 80s; TV from the 50s to 80s, books from mid-nineteenth century to to mid-twentieth).

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  4. Grace, I've heard one person saying the divisions for the generation-whatever should be who remembers what particularly impactful event, such as, did you watch the Viet Nam war on TV? Do you or do you not remember 9/11? Do you remember the first moon landing. I suppose that analysis might just be an easy way to remember who's what, generationally speaking. For example if I remember being taught how to protect myself in a classroom in the event of a nuclear attack . . . now I feel old!

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  5. You probably won't be surprised to hear me say, 11.22.63, the book, is better, with more interesting little side-trips, less logical breakdowns and more nuance. Naturally.
    Speaking of 1963, and of generations and of Valentine's Day (which we called "Valentimes" when I was in grade school,) around that time girls were just starting to interfere with my better judgement.

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  6. Thanks for the rec, Roy ~ it’s on my list!

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