Some realizations sneak up on you slowly — you look back & can’t quite pinpoint the “when” or “where”…they just happen over time. And then there are moments when awareness hits you like a bolt of lightning.
⚡️⚡️November 24, 2019 ⚡️⚡️
That’s the exact day I realized a sad, inevitable fact: I’m getting old.
It was 8:09 p.m. & I had just laid down for bed (yes, yes, I know…that should’ve been Clue #1). I turned on the American Music Awards. I saw the first presenter & wondered “hmm, who’s that?” (It was one of the “Lil” somethings…) Then he introduced an act I’d never heard of and she began “singing” in a way that seems to be the new style — a seemingly intentional off-tune whisper/slurring (“whurring”?) that really just seems more like talking.
Can we just agree it’s talking?
And the outfit…I just can’t. (Or couldn’t, I should say.)
“Who are these people and what kind of noise is this?! They call this music?! I don’t get it! What the heck is going on?!”
⚡️⚡️ And that’s when it hit me ⚡️ ⚡️
👵🏻 👵🏻 👵🏻 I’m getting old. 👵🏻 👵🏻 👵🏻
Not in the chronological age sense so much, but cool-factor wise. (Mostly evidenced by the fact that I just used the term “cool-factor”.)
Turning 40 here shortly, the fact that I’m aging hasn’t escaped me; I just always saw myself as the type that would change with the times — stay trendy & current. Not be a “Karen” or “Boomer” as the younger generation would say.
And what’s worse is that, in the same moment I realized I’m failing at being cool, trendy, & plugged-in, I also realized I have zero urge to try to do so.
“Wow”, I thought, “so this is how it happens.”
Generation after generation, we think we’ll be different than the one before us. We think our music really WAS the best and they’re all wrong. We scratch our heads trying to relate to a style of clothing that’s the complete opposite of what we grew up agreeing was cool (read: super high-waisted shorts. FACT: they are NOT flattering). And we somehow think we’ll be the generation that always evolves & is forever cool. We won’t stay stuck in our old ways like our parents did.
But the thing I’m realizing is that hanging on to the way of life you’ve always loved in favor of being in the good graces of the current trendsetters…it’s a natural thing that happens and it’s probably a good sign. Not trying so hard (or, in my case, not trying at all ) just means you’re relaxing into life.
It’s not about condemning the new as much as just letting go of trying to be something you’re not. You realize life is short, energy & time are precious, and spending it trying to keep up just feels — well — pointless, really. If you happen to authentically love the new stuff, great. But if you don’t, that’s okay, too.
Now I realize when my parents listened to Heart instead of Paula Abdul (good call by the way) and watched old Elvis movies instead of the new releases, they probably listened/watched those things for one very simple reason: it’s what they liked! Why waste time on anything else?
It also likely made them reminisce about an earlier time…a simpler time…as all generations do. I think that’s one thing all generations have in common: a yearning as we grow older for a time that was simply uncomplicated.
So, in that spirit, here are some admissions that I just need to shout from the rooftops, now that I’m owning being old & massively uncool:
*I miss having a moderate number of channels to choose from. Notice I didn’t say 3, but I also didn’t say 20,000 — somewhere in between would be great. Hashtag option overwhelm. It’s TV for cryin’ out loud — this shouldn’t be complicated.
*I miss anticipation. Waiting for a letter in the mail from someone I miss. Having to be home at a certain day/time so I don’t miss my favorite show. Disney movies in The Vault, not just hanging out all willy-nilly. Having everything at our fingertips seemed so alluring, but now it just feels like I miss having something to look forward to.
*Ok, I’m gonna say it. I HATE how “Boomer” (my parents/grandparents generation) is becoming a sort of derogatory word. Yes, those in the Baby Boomer generation may have grown out of touch on certain things as they’ve gotten older but they are no different than any other generation in that respect. And, speaking of respect, they deserve some. As do you, young Millennials & Gen Z’ers. Aren’t we all woke enough to drop the hate?
I’m sure like every generation before, those younger than me will likely read this and roll their eyes & shake their heads at my lameness. But it’s ok. I probably would have, too. That’s the one cool thing left about me — I don’t need to get you to love & respect you.
(P.S. My apologies to all the actual Karens reading this, because we all need to stop dragging your name through the mud. WE LOVE YOU, KAREN! 🤘)
I was jogging (ok, walking & every now and then jogging for like two seconds so I can say I went jogging) & the song "7 Rings" by Ariana Grande came on. Catchy little tune, although I think the credit for that part mostly goes to the OG Julie Andrews. The lyrics, though...
Could we get more unrelatable? (wondered the middle class, middle-aged working mom).
I can relate to her mention of ATM's, although for me it usually involves a balance transfer so I don't overdraw at Publix.
I'm not sure what a "flossy neck" means exactly, although I can relate to noticing the first stages of "turkey neck" emerging.
And, yes, my receipts do "be lookin' like phone numbers" every time I go to Target even though I came in to only get paper towels. Unfortunately my income be lookin' more like a zip code.
I was just reading yet another article painting Millenials in a negative light (seems to be the thing right now) and I wondered to myself "what generation am I considered a member of anyway?" At 38, I seem a little too old to be a Millenial, but a little too young to be a member of Generation X. I looked it up and, sure enough, my birth year of 1980 lands right on the cusp. As one site puts it, 38 years of age is the "oldest possible Millenial", like I'm some kind of rare relic still roaming the Earth, yet also young enough to be considered at least snowflake-light. In other words, the best of both worlds.
I was born in 1980 and had about the best upbringing ever. Of course my mom would've been awesome in any generation, but in honor of Mother's Day and the popular "Top 10" countdowns of the 80's, here's the top 10 reasons why being raised by an 80's mom was bitchin'. (I apologize in advance for the forced overuse of 80's slang.)
#10-She didn't have to leave the house to workout. No gym daycares for us. She got her aerobics on and her mom on at the same time. As you can tell, good habits rub off.
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