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The Compromises and the Promises, Part 1

Our own identities include, among other disasters, the 80’s. So what the heck can you expect from us?

The thirty-something Generation X women of today are a coleslaw type mix of stereotypes. We were born into the tail end generation of free love and revolution of the 60’s and 70’s.

This, unfortunately, gave way to the eighties … an inevitable disaster, you understand, of big hair and AIDS. Then came the nineties, when we continued to bond with our identities, we gained understanding of the strange ideals of our parent’s generation. And now, into the new Millennium, women of the generation X era are struggling to find their places in the world and, yes, succeeding… with a few compromises.

During high school, as I peered at my mother who struggled to find work after her marriage of 18 years was shattered, I was determined never to let go of my absolute independence. My group of friends had a motto: Always be Wild. This silly saying, which we carved everywhere we could, epitomized our fright of becoming “normal” members of society — women who blended into the bookstores and got clucked at in Grocery Stores because of a screaming child. We were all going to stay single, do everything we ever wanted to, and, naturally, achieve a high degree of fame. These ideals had no room for families. Certainly, even one little sniffle-nosed tyke could be disaster for the master plan. For we were special. We were different. We were the beginning of a new breed of women who were marvelously, totally, selfishly indifferent to societies’ expectations of us.

High school gave way to University, where, upon meeting the love of my life, I decided that being a married woman would not really be a detriment to my former motto. After all, my wild and independent journey through life could be infinitely more fun with a life partner.

Being the first member of my group to be joined in matrimony, I assured all who asked that my change of heart was a result of growing up and becoming more secure.

Inside, though, I wondered if I was compromising my former values. Was it a sell out to get married? The beginning of the end, so to speak? To find the answers, I looked to the harrowed, confusing past influences and the inevitable, oh so compromising future.

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