Ah, never heard of Xennials before, but I seem to be one.
AOL!
I'm not sure how useful a distinction it is - I've always thought of myself as the tail end of GenX. On the other hand barakta is only 4 months younger than me, and while she grew up in the same mostly-analogue world, she missed out on most of 80s culture. She doesn't wince at the words "Go at throttle up"
[1], for example, which seems to be a good test for the GenX/Millennial borderline. We have somewhat different perspectives on the AIDS crisis, too (converging as we got to know the survivors in QUILTBAG adolescence), though I was unusually well informed
[2] given my age.
Orgeon Trail[3] and
My So Called Life certainly resonate.
[1] Substitute the Chernobyl meltdown, 1987 general election or Herald of Free Enterprise disaster if you're not a space nerd.
[2] Thanks to my parents I was one of those children with a working knowledge of meiosis and retroviruses and so on well before I gave any thought to *how* human gametes might end up in the same place.
[3] Our school had some knock-off Spectrum version without the hunting or decent graphics. Pretty sure you still died of dysentery.