Gen X Delivered for Trump—and They’re Not Afraid to Tell You Why

by Megan Fox

The historic election of Donald J. Trump to his second term rests at the feet of a generation of unsung heroes. Data shows that if you want to thank someone today for pulling America back from the brink of more Democrat malfeasance, you should thank a GenXer.

I am a proud GenXer. I grew up running wild until the street lights came on, unsupervised, unchained, independent, and free. When I was seven years old, I would go get my four-year-old neighbor, and we would walk two blocks up and across a busy street to the White Hen to buy candy before heading to the park, where we played all day with no adults anywhere in sight. At a young age, I was left home alone and came home to an empty house when my parents were working. I learned to cook for myself, entertained myself, and never, EVER admitted I was bored, lest my mother assign chores. I was given specific lies to tell people who called asking for my parents when they weren’t home. “She’s in the shower. Can I take a message?” I had my TV lineup for after school, which included “I Dream of Jeannie” and “Gilligan’s Island.”

My generation is unnervingly quiet. No one talks about us. We don’t make the headlines very often, and we generally like it that way. Left alone for so much of our childhoods, we enjoy being left alone. We own “alone.”

One of the reasons no one notices us is that Millennials take up all the air in the room. For one, they dwarf us in size; secondly, they’re often very loud and whiny. When Millennials entered the workplace, they caused no end of annoyance for everyone around them, demanding special treatment, coffee bars, mental health days, pronouns, and other things GenXers thought were lame. They job-hopped and created article after article about “How to Keep Millenials Happy” while we put our heads down and made our careers, often in the same company for our entire work lives.