I was frustrated, but I found the cure: I got involved.
I represent Generation X, which is defined as those born between 1965 and 1980.
There are approximately 46 million of us in this country, and my generation has the education, experience, and “street” savvy to get things done. But many of us are searching for opportunities to make a difference in the world and in our pockets.
Jeff Gordinier, who wrote the brilliant book, X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft But Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking,” published by Penguim Press states that our generation has been squeezed out of opportunities by the beloved Baby Boomer Generation and in some cases their grandchildren, also known as the Millennial Generation, who are born between 1977 and 1998.
I will dare to say, despite “Keeping Everything from Sucking,” in the words of Gordinier, some Gen X-ers are still on the sidelines wondering how to use their skills in a rewarding manner.
I know those sidelines, I was there, but once I started using my skills, talents, education and savvy (all of which I felt were undervalued and underused) to make a difference – I was cured.
I created hiphopadvocate.org, a multi-faceted blog, not only because I want to grow as an organizer and advocate, but because I also want to share interesting insights and nuggets of information to encourage Gen X-ers and others generations to use their hidden and not so hidden talents to make a difference in a smart, strategic manner.
Look, I understand that every Gen X-er isn’t frustrated. To those of you that fit that bill, I say, “You are the cure and giving doses of yourself to a cause of your choice can make the world not suck.”
I am learning that doses of giving can be big, medium or small – and it’s all good.
So, to my beloved Generation X – the frustrated and the not so frustrated – just like hip-hop legends, we have matured. Let’s use our skills, talents, education, “street” savvy, and prowess to “do more than scratch the surface” for a cause of our choice because Generation X marks the spot.
By Tara J., the advocate with a hip-hop twist