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May2

Realizations of what is now an “old” generation

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Realizations of what is now an “old” generation

So here I sit trying to keep my mind off the unbearable heat and water ban (not a fab combo), innocently perusing an article on how, for good or bad, the internet has changed our way of living when BAM, Emeril hits me.  Let’s be honest if Emeril just hit me, I would be suing his A$$ for assault with a bad tag line and not typing here.

What I realized is, my Godson will never know what a cassette tape is unless he visits the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, he won’t grow up watching shuttle launches (unless he is a fan of space tourism) and he will probably NEVER have to pump gas.  Please tell me I am not the only one who is weirded out by this!?

Think about it, kids born in 1992, can vote!  [Hold on a sec, staving off some lightheadedness....annnndddd we're good]. They can’t spell without Word’s help, but they can decide who is the leader of our country.

Kids born in 1994 can drive.  To show how scary that is, these kids were born in to a world where the 3 of the Top Ten songs for the year were by Ace of Base!  (The Sign, All That She Wants, Don’t Turn Around) If I saw that sign, this girl would definitely want to turn around!

Apr14

Boys will be boys

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Boys will be boys

So yesterday I went to Worcester to visit my best friend and her family.  Well we ended up taking her cousins out to lunch and that just turned into an adventure.  But spending the day with 3 boys (16, 14, 10) really cemented my belief that the male species does not mature past 14. 

Since I’m not creepy I don’t usually have the occasion to spend my time with random teenagers.  And if I were creepy, my time would probably be taken up by appearances on the Maury Povich Show.  It was an afternoon filled with fart jokes, actual farts, and Wii.  Fast forward twenty years and spend some time  with 3 guys and I’m guessing you will have a very similar afternoon, maybe with boob jokes instead of fart jokes.  Let me give you a real life sample. 

When I started work at my recent office, I was the only female in a company of 9.  We were at lunch when one of the guys was being urged to tell a joke.  Here is the joke:  What type of bees make milk?  Wait for it…wait for it….Boobies!!  I should have run right there but decided to stick around for over 2 years.  Let’s call it what it was…I worked in a nerdified frat house.  Don’t get me wrong, it was HIGHLY entertaining, I just find it funny that spending the day with teenage boys made me think of my coworkers, almost all thrity-something MITers.

Basically, at least as I see it, men are just old boys that don’t hide their Playboys anymore, enjoy a good cloud of bodily odors and tell a joke just so they can say “boobies” out loud (and proceed to giggle hysterically).  Betcha Darwin in all his evolutionary glory, never made that comparison!!

Apr1

You know you’re old when…

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You know you’re old when…

…the songs you listened to in middle school and high school are on the “Back in the Day Buffet” on JAMN 94.5 and you know the words to 50% of the songs on the Oldies station.  Now I know what other generations that have come before are going through.  The moment when you realize you are no longer a kid, but that you are a being slowly morphing in to an odd combination of your parents.  Because now you say things like “When I was young” or “Don’t rush college, you’ll miss it” to the “kids” which are basically anyone under 20.

To quote the classic Bowling for Soup song, 1985 (from way back in 2004):

“She hates time, make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock”

Replace Motley Crue with En Vogue, Heavy D or Salt-and-Pepa and classic rock with old hip hop and you can hear my generation being crushed with the reality that we’re old.  Now I know if you are over 30 you have probably laughed and rolled your eyes, as they kids used to say, “You better check yourself” because I’m sure you had this epiphany at some point in the last 10, 20, 30ish years.  Don’t deny it…embrace it!

I can just imagine what it will be like when I’m in my 40′s driving, maybe with my kids in the car and blasting some old school music, you know, Britney, Rhianna, the classics, and my kids won’t know who the singer is or any of the words.  Let’s call that “Epiphany Part Deux.”

But come to think of it, for men, that realization would be the catalyst to a midlife crisis.  Mystery solved….the 20 somethings of generations past that had this epiphany are not old fogies in convertibles!  Now if only the NY Times Sunday puzzle was that easy to figure out…..