The goatee, of which I am a proud if unkempt bearer, is a GenX thing. I adopted it in 1995, when they were everywhere, and I have stubbornly held on to it since—although by default it is nowadays surrounded by 9 pm stubble.
1995
2009
2016
“Disaffected Gen-X’er” and “goatee” go together in the Googles, though they used to go together more.