I gave her my heart. She gave me a pen. 
I saw this “Back in my day” meme/comic (credit to Wrong Hands) in one of the many Facebook Gen-X groups I frequent. I figure it this way: if it makes me smile, it might be worth sharing. After some consideration, I thought this meme might not necessarily apply to Gen-Xers. As such, I offered the following comment. The Blizzard: Gen-Xers would build some epic forts in the snow and...
The idea behind The Gen-X Files is to take a topic; usually one provided for me, and just…go! Initially, the exercise revolved around having a random issue thrown at me and answering without thought. That’s a little difficult to do as a blog post, but we’ll try it anyway. A friend whom I’ve known since high school submitted this question. If you have a topic you’d like me to post in The Gen...
Let me begin by saying that the New York Times is trash. The de facto editor is that nasty Nikole Hannah Jones, who claims her “1619 Project” is genuine history when it’s proven that it isn’t. The truth is, she is the worst kind of progressive leftist, and she hates white people, which is okay if one is on the left. You may or may not also recall the NYT previously profiled an advocate for...
I Once upon a time, there was a thirteen-year-old boy who’d recently begun his freshman year at South Carroll High School. He and his family lived in Woodbine, Maryland, in southern Carroll County. The 1985-86 school year was upon him. Like most kids his age transitioning from middle school to high school, it was a time of change and uncertainty. At least it was for him. That kid was me. I say a...
I Once upon a time, there was an eight-year-old boy who was going about the business of living his life. He and his family lived on the outskirts of Eldersburg, Maryland, on the Carroll County side of the Liberty Reservoir. The holiday season of 1980 was upon him. Like most kids his age, it was a time of excitement and happiness, with a general sense of well-being. That kid was me. I loved the...
I My name is Kev Provance, and I’m a Gen-X nothing. If your initial reaction is, “What? What does that mean? Why are you a nothing? That’s so negative,” then you’re not alone. I heard this a few times when I began pitching this idea. For those who never read Judy Blume as a kid (and I’m looking at you, Millennials and Gen-Zers), it’s a play on the title of her first book in the Fudge series...
Those are my pronouns, since pronouns are, apparently, a requirement. It’s some dumb-ass Gen-Z thing they thought was a good idea to promote DiVeRsiTy, eQuItY, aNd iNcLuSiOn. So, pick one of fifty fucking billion genders and go. Or change them daily as a lot of these pink-haired brats do. Just as long as you have them. “Hold on, Kev? Did you just get political in one of your first posts?“...
They’re hee-eere! 
I am Generation X.
I was born in 1971 and am a resident of Westminster, Maryland. Sarcasm is my first language. I am caustic, politically incorrect, and fiercely opinionated. I have no filter, and I don't do 'woke.' My pronouns are 'fuck around/find out.' I don't care about your truth or your feelings, if you're offended, or what anyone thinks about me.