My boyfriend in highschool used to make these wide, articulate observations about “our generation” of Americans.  He seemed certain that we (he and I) were at the very tail end of Generation X and carried all of their particular characteristics.  I don’t speak to him much these days, but am pretty sure he still thinks of our generation as this one entity, as if we travel the path of life together and have the same point of view.  And of course this is untrue.  Logically, we are all different.  In college I read Angels in America by Tony Kushner.  I was thrilled to announce that it “changed my life” and gave said boyfriend a copy of his own to read.  He never cracked the first page.  Nobody’s perfect.  Isn’t it funny how in our teens we seem to see the world as having landed upon us, with a quirky set of opening credits, like on television?  This Is Your Life. We begin to form opinions about who we shall be when we make our mark on the world.  These days teenagers — god help ’em — have their own homepages with thumbnail default photos at the header of every status update that labels their experience from A to Z.

Katherine      is enthusiastic about health care reform.

As you know, I’m in my thirties now, have a child, and am quite certain that I don’t know shit about what I think or who I am.  The best part of my day is usually when I get to laugh at a joke on 30 Rock, or when I try a new restaurant that has great appetizers, or when my son looks up at me, and simply says, “Hi.”  It is almost as if I, the evolved, formerly well-read teenager, have slowed down to a crawl.  Like a turtle.  Turtles are cute.  Sometimes I want to blog about something quaint, but once I sit down to my laptop the fire has dissipated.  Because everything’s fine.  Everything’s normal.  Do they really want to hear that Little J now says “Elmo” with perfect clarity?  Do they really want to know that my Toyota is in for some major fixes involving flooded carpets plus the oh-so-public recall of the gas pedal, and so I am driving a Dodge Dakota around Los Angeles at 35 miles an hour?

So, speaking of opening credits, I was watching The United States of Tara because, first, Toni Collette is a genius.  But second, I like the story of a woman (mom) who can’t handle her own issues, has multiple personalities and raises 2 teenage kids who are sardonic and average.  And she’s married to that cute guy from Sex and the City.  Aiden.  If ever there was an Aiden vs. Mr. Big debate, I was in the Aiden camp. Woot.  But I digress.  The theme song for United States of Tara sings, We’ll get by when we learn to enjoy the ride.

I like that.  I just do.