Too young for Woodstock, too old for Snapchat, and just jaded enough to remember when “offline” wasn’t a choice—it was the default. We, the Latchkey Kids, grew up on sarcasm, TV dinners, and life advice like, “Walk it off.”

But our real education? Language arts—served daily through sitcom catchphrases, street slang, and whatever weird idioms our town thought made sense. From “Total Betty” to “whatever, dude,” we speak fluent Colloquial.

Welcome to the generation that survived dial-up, grunge, and life without participation trophies. No whining. No avocado toast. Just culturally fluent, smart-ass style for those who didn’t need a “like” to know they were right.