Dear Chris Cornell:

Today, I am a man.

With the whole gender fluidity thing the young ones are bringing to the mainstream, limiting myself to being a women seems a bit outdated. At first, I didn’t quite get it. I mean, I am a girl. I have a vag, a pretty expensive rack and have birthed two babies. But yet, I have never been one to grasp the nuances of being a chick. So I can understand the concept of gender on a continuum. You are how you feel. 

And today, for the first time ever, dude, I feel like an adult. 

I awoke to learn that our world had lost another creative, brilliant, fragile, intuitive voice of my generation. By your own hand, allegedly. Or perhaps more accurately, by your own broken, battered heart. For the first time in my life, I cried over the death of a celebrity. 

And much like the first time Jerry cries on Seinfeld, I experienced the warm liquid sensation running down my Spock cheeks with equal parts confusion and relief. I felt human. And that feeling both terrified me, and gave me hope. 

The Boomers have Bob. And Neil. And Joni. Poets. Bards. Troubadours. Voices of their generation. Vanguards of change. Amazing musicians, all. 

The Xers? Well, really, what is there left for them to care about? Haven’t the IMPORTANT stories already been told? I mean, what more can you say than what has already BEEN said? Tear down the old guard. Fight the man. BUT, also love everybody. Question authority. Don’t trust the government. BUT get in a group to do so. Looks like all you aging fuckers have got it covered. What more is there to lament or discuss…
Here’s a tip: 

INDIVIDUAL PEOPLE.

Remember them? No? 

I didn’t think so. 

I’m not sure who dubbed my generation “x” as a variable. Devoid of a constant meaning. Shifting. No real identity. But lets face it, we cannot have people breaking away from group identities and recognized as actual humans. I mean, COME ON!!! Are you a Democrat, or not? Are you a feminist? A Catholic? A patriot? And if so, how many groups can you join in order to leverage your influence? How many other people can you bully into agreeing with you? And, as such, how much of your individuality are you willing to cede to an agenda that may or may not define you? POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!! Because, you know, WE HAVE GOT TO UNITE!!! 

For what, I’m not sure. 

Somewhere, lurking in the lengthy shadow of the mobs of Boomers; protesting and demanding to be heard; stood a generation of outcasts. Misfits. Losers. Slackers. And this generation had its own set of questions. 

Who am I? Where do I fit in? Do I want to fit in? Why should I join any group? Why do I have three college degrees that I am still paying off and the same job I had when I was twenty five, only now I am fifty? Why do we have MORE wars with the Boomers in charge than we did when they were protesting wars? 

Why can’t I find all this “love” you fucking hippies are always singing about? 

How could I know that this would be my fate? 

Or yours? 

CC, I loved your music and your lyrics. They spoke to me. I thank you for that. The fact that this world held no more magic for you, lets me know that it is time. Perhaps past time. 

Today, I am a man. 

And I don’t like where they found you hanging from. 

Peace, my friend. 
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