• stingpie@lemmy.world
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    I hate being lumped in with all the zoomers in gen z. To me, gen Z is really two generations, gen Z is 1997-2006 and zoomers are 2006-2015. There’s just a huge cultural gap, at least in my experience. I’ll talk about how all my school computers used windows XP, and zoomers will just stare at me like I’m ancient or something.

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      Yup, 2000 and I cannot relate with anyone even a couple years younger, we still didn’t have social media till 12-14 y/o. It’s so different to kids who’ve been online their whole lives.

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        '01, and I agree. I’ve always had computers at my disposal to some extent, but kids these days have even more technology around them. Makes me wonder what kind of paradigms we’ll have 20 years from now.

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      Gen X is 1965 to 1981; if you just missed the mark for Gen Z, you’re possibly a millennial, aka Gen Y (1982 - 1996).

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            I just had this realization with a guy I’m training at work who lived in Queens and was 2 when 9/11 happened. He has absolutely no recollection of it. Meanwhile my old ass was in high school when it happened and I can remember that day very clearly.

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              Heh. “Highschool”. I remember driving down the road and seeing cars abandoned in the middle of an intersection, doors open and all, just outside a popular diner on the corner. The crowd was eerily silent, packed around the TVs inside that normally showed the weather, sports, what have you. When I followed suit, a stranger turned to me and said “They hit the Twin Towers!” while behind him, a screen showed the second plane impacting.

              That was a couple years postgraduate, and everything changed that day. Nothing seemed real anymore, and at the same time, everything mattered — down to a debilitating granular scale. I called a colleague who had just left for NYC on a photog trip, and he didn’t pick up. A few days later, be called back, frantic and babbling about some crazy shot he got just walking around town on his own. It was too be TIME’s cover.