This blog captures my generational identity crisis perfectly and I think most of my friends will agree!
I was chatting with a friend the other day who just had a baby girl that she named Felicity. I love the name and asked my friend if it was a family name. She said no, she’s just always liked it, and added that she has always loved the show Felicity that was on WB back in the day. I used to watch that as well, and we reminisced over the Ben/Felicity/Noel love triangle, and admitted we both always wanted Felicity to end up with Ben. A few days after this conversation I was inspired to to binge-watch Felicity on Netflix. Watching this show I realized that I didn’t have an awkward sense of style in my early high school years, and that it was the fault of late-90s style that drove me to wear huge wool sweaters, and baggy pants.
My friend, six years older than me, is generally…
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Thank you for reblog! I’ve heard this generational identity crisis from several people (I mention my husband in post) and I also have a brother and several friends in this “bubble”. I always thought, how can this group of people have so much in common, but there still be a bit of a divide. Hopefully I did justice to those in the “bubble”.