Thursday, May 21, 2026
The Latchkey Kids Are All Right (Thanks to a Lot of Therapy We Didn’t Ask For) Welcome back, fellow survivors of the 1980s. Take off your JNCO jeans, pause your cassette tape with a pencil, and let’s have a chat. We, Generation X, are officially the apex predators of the survival world. We were raised on a steady diet of hose-water, red dye #40, and absolute parental neglect. Our childhood motto was "Be home when the streetlights come on," which was less a safety guideline and more a legally binding contract that allowed our parents to forget we existed for twelve hours a day. We survived the lawn dart era. We survived stranger danger. We survived dial-up internet. If the apocalypse happens tomorrow, Gen X will be thriving in the ruins, trading rusted bicycle parts for canned peaches while wearing a flannel shirt. But let’s be honest for a second. While we are the reigning champions of survival , we are also the undisputed monarchs of repressing our feelings until we physica...