A friend writes a Thread, wondering something to the effect of, "I don't hear much from Gen X men online, maybe my algorithm is bouncing them out." The observation hovers in digital space like smoke in an empty room—both obvious and elusive once you try to grasp it.
Most Gen X men are digital voyeurs, watching life unfold online from behind drawn curtains, bourbon in hand. They lurk in comment sections like old men at the edge of dance floors. When one actually leaves a comment, it feels like spotting a snow leopard
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These are men who remember when telephones were anchored to walls. Who instinctively understand that every word typed online is potential evidence in a trial they haven’t been accused of yet. Who watched the rise of surveillance capitalism with resigned recognition.
Most Gen X men who comment online? You can feel it really took a lot out of them to reach out. They don't want to be there. They don't want public profiles. They want to research, anonymously pay respects, and then vanish back into comfortable anonymity.
Most want to live in the shadows like vampires. They don't want the man to get them. They were baptized in Watergate, raised on Reagan's smile and Nixon's paranoia, the first generation to doubt before believing, the last to experience privacy as the default setting of existence.
While Boomer men post with the unearned confidence of someone who believes history ended in 1985, and Millennial men post with the calculated vulnerability of someone auditioning for authenticity, typical Gen X men post like someone fulfilling a community service requirement—grudgingly, minimally, counting the characters until they've served their sentence.
Generation X men exist in that narrow technological purgatory: too digitally fluent to claim ignorance, too analog in their souls to embrace the performance. Their silence isn't apathy—it's the last gasp of a dying belief that some thoughts are better left unshared. In the frantic carnival of digital existence, they stand in the parking lot, smoking, watching the tent from a distance safe enough to escape when the inevitable fire starts.
Perhaps there's something to be learned from this reluctance, not a rejection of connection, but a questioning of its terms.
Me commenting this kinda refutes what I’m about to say—but I, too, am a bit of a gen x man online
Yea, sounds about right. HA!: "While Boomer men post with the unearned confidence of someone who believes history ended in 1985... typical Gen X men post like someone fulfilling a community service requirement..." REAL TALK