And Gen X???

All of the above, but also:

We had to steal !ALL! our parents’ butter knives, and smelt them beneath electrical elements and toasters, then smoosh hash between them, with maximum force of strength and agressive sawing motions, whilst earnestly deep throating 2L plastic bottles with the bottom plate hacked off, inhaling madly, bobbing that plastic fume hood mere millimeters from the red hot poker. And if, somehow, whilst impaired, any part of this should go wrong somehow (how!? Why!?) Endure the humiliation at work home and school as people knowingly ridiculed the giant burn scars upon our cheeks of shame