The Kennedy assassination (sorry, I don't remember where I was then, probably getting potty trained) defined the Boomer youth; Xers' adolescence was indelibly marked by Reagan's colon surgery. Punks were weened on Nixon and Watergate. Think about it.
	Who are the Punks? Woody Harrelson is a prime example. He made a career out of playing a dumb guy on "Cheers," but it was all an act. George Stephanopoulos is a Punk, but you already knew that. Remember the Brat Pack�Emilio Estevez, Rob Lowe, Demi Moore, Ally Sheedy? Punks one and all. Jerry Seinfeld is stretching the age limit, but his television show is 100 percent Punk�it's all about nothing. Ditto for Ellen DeGeneres. In fact, television in general is Punk, everything except the "Brady Bunch," which the Generation Xers have stolen from us and turned into pop art. Michael Jordan and Carl Lewis are the Punks of sports, but don't tell them I told you. Spike Lee brought our pre-teen years to the big screen in 'Crooklyn" and Austinite Richard Linklater glorified our late '70s high school days in "Dazed and Confused," but Pulp Fiction's Quentin Tarantino is the Punk who really understands the way we talk and think. Suddenly we're everywhere, and it is time for the Punks of the world to stand up and be counted. We demand a voice equal to that of the boardroom Boomers and the bored Xers. It is time for a publicity campaign to define a generation that can hum the theme song to "Room 222" and still worships the Frito Bandito. Soon every magazine and newspaper you read will be brimming with the trials and defining moments of our unique generation. It'll be enough to make you sick.
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