ee the nineties”, and this tag is true, to an extent. Those falling in and out of love, however, are fresh out of college and clearly members of our beloved generation x. If you find yourself to be a card-carrying member of this loved-to-be-hated group, then | strongly suggest’you see the movie. If you are presently not in the aforementioned group, mayb: 4ou should stay home and cocoon, or bond with the family, because Reality Bites will Ms little relevance to your life or to your experience. | did not plan on giving a movie review this week, but this one movie in particylar is very clever, and | could not continue with the regular lamentations without first suggesting some pop culture. It is rather fascinating that our genération actually has its very own culture--be it music, magazines, or a big H¢llywood production. It should be noted that this movie is not entirelythe inchild of a group of bored fortysomething executives looking to exploit us on the ig screen. The screenwriter is just 23 years old, and seeminglyVery in touch with her generation. | found certaif interest in Reality Bites simply because

plan on furthering my education in attempts to become even more overqualified to flip burgers or

accounts of the state of our generation being broadcast by those who do not understand the perils of being twentysom sthing. Many of the commentaries to Which | have listened

somewhat attentively include bits and pieces of pity aimed at the myth that we will not be able to better our parents in the area of

annual income. Have we ever said we needed or wanted to? | cannot recall. In high school, when | was naive and hopelessly idealistic, | expected that | would grow up|to become a character from “‘thirtysomething” and drive a BMW. Things have certainly changed. Now | drive a VW and wear thrift shop clothes, even ifjthe Gap remains a beacon. | could not-have-predicted-such-a-drastic-change.

| do often wonder what we will be like at forty. Will we remain the generation x, or will that have faded by then? By the time we are approaching middle age, the boomers will be tucked away in nursing homes and seniors villages. Who will then misunderstand and resent our supposed apathetic and uncommitted group? Maybe our own children. The vicious cycle will not stop with us. Too many compromises would have to be made by those

unwilling to do so. It is now time to bring this week's type-written complaints to a close. | had not ;

planned to write on this subject, but | felt compelled, and | have not harassed the

yuppie crowd in quite some time. | felt they should once again be put in their place. f

My original intentions for this space were the history of my pet ownership and all the

surrounding trauma--the mysterious death of my little turtle Bip; the sad demise of my

suicidal mice, Twist and Shout, refugees from a grade seven science project; the

unexplainable disappearance of the frog | raised from a tad pole; and the death of Ginger,

the stray cat, adopted by my neighbourhood, and killed sadistically by our bus driver as he drove over poor Ginger, ignoring our screams from the back of the school bus. There are other stories, but | shall

save those for another time when | can delve into this topic at length. Now, go home and love your pets.

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