generations

My older brother was born in the early 80’s like the guy who invented Facebook. The tail end of the grunge era, we’ll call this Generation Y.

I was born in the later part of the mid eighties. My generation gave Facebook our stamp of approval – we dictated how to use the internet; we are responsible for the evolution of cellular phones. So we’re Generation Z.

My little brother was born in 1990. He probably doesn’t even remember a time without the internet or cell phones. His generation invented texting while driving and cyber bullying and all-caps abbreviations of the English language.

At a loss for letters, how about we call him Generation Question Mark.