You’re out driving and listening to the ’90s station as usual, since you’re fairly skeptical about pretty much all music that came out after 2003 or so. Suddenly, “Macarena” comes on. What do you do?
Taking a long hard look at my life, I have to admit, I feel like a loser. It’s OK. You don’t have to tell me that it can’t be as bad as all that. Stats are stats.
I run a website where I am writing a fictional love story based on a well-known icon. It started out as just fun and really was, until a bunch of overzealous fans tried to take over. They were a nasty little clique, ewww; women in their 30s and 40s still playing the high school Mean […]
I spent my childhood voraciously testing out various paths to Passion. In my teens I discovered photography. All the way to art school, I raced through life with a camera surgically attached to my face. I reveled in the idea of living behind the camera instead of in front, the jaded recovery of an only-child. […]
I am writing you a letter because I wanted to say “I love you.” I mean, it goes a little beyond that and it’s not a romantic thing, but it is a thing. I love you so much that I have been holding off writing you for, I dunno, 18 years. I keep waiting to […]
I hope you all will excuse me while I make rash, sweeping generalizations about, well, pretty much all of us (or at least the generations to which we belong). I think it’s interesting that the idea of the lovable, cool slacker arose in the 80s and 90s as a counter-cultural alternative to yuppies and corporate […]
Ladyreaders, this one is for you. Manreaders, we might bring you in on this topic later. We’re assembling a panel discussion for women of all ages to compare and contrast our experiences, education and expectations about and surrounding sex. Being as it’s 2011 and we are masters of technology, we’re going to assemble our panel […]
Good afternoon, cats and kittens. It’s time once again for a lunchtime poll. Today we’d like to know if you’re a Gen X or A Gen Y, and the Saturday morning cartoons that define your generation. We’re not afraid to dip our toes in the deep subjects here at Persephone, see. Share you answers and […]
Now here’s a category where my Gen. Y status will undoubtedly help rather than hinder–having seen none of these movies when they first came out, I can determine (subjectively, of course) whether these classics have held up well with age or deflated like so many high, scrunchy-wrapped ponytails.
Friday Mr. Sally J and I pulled our kindergartener out of school and went on a road trip. We took the family to Chicago’s Museum of Science and Industry for the day, and it didn’t disappoint.
Saturday afternoon girlfriends and I were exchanging emails, working out a time to get together. We decided that Sunday night was perfect, with Monday being a non-school day for most offspring, a late night would be ok. It wasn’t until late Sunday afternoon that someone pointed out the Golden Globes were going to be on, […]
We will always have polarizing celebrities with us, but it seems the 90s gifted us with an extra batch of kooky, weird misfits. Before I begin gleefully ripping on people, my usual disclaimer: I’m Gen. Y, I didn’t experience most of these people/their work at the height of their fame, and also sometimes I’m kind […]
I was born in 1973, which pretty much puts me smack dab in the middle of Gen X. I was a kid as the Cure and Siousxie and the Banshees were taking over alternative radio, but I remember becoming aware of them when I started high school in 1987. I had already become schooled in […]
Are you old enough to remember and appreciate the renaissance of Kurt and Courtney and zines and Cabbage Patch Dolls and Daria and Sassy and My So-Called Life? If so, I envy you as only a Gen. Y-er, part of the generation that is defined by disenfranchisement and raging discontent, can.
I grew up in the seventies, so I was introduced to the Michael Landon/ Melissa Gilbert/Alison Arngrim version of Little House on the Prairie. Watching it was a ritual in my house growing up, and I loved it to pieces. I loved it so much that my first lunch box was a Little House on […]