I’ll check out the commercial as soon as I can figure out this interweb doohickey.
Oh wait, Matlock’s on!
It’s kind of funny: I subscribe to Entertainment Weekly magazine in part so that I can keep up with popular culture. I mean, nowadays I hardly ever go to the movies, I don’t buy much new music, I don’t watch much TV. Yet I know about all the celebrities.
I’ve had old fogeyness thrust upon me several times. I find that a knee to the groin will keep the old goats at bay.
No, he’s a magic character in a poem and a song.
I’m old and a nerd.
Interesting. I just subscribed to the National Enquirer but for the freaky shit, not the celebs. I can’t even force myself to read past the first couple paragraphs. But I do like looking at the pictures.
I read a lot of stuff that I approach as if I will be quizzed on it later. Yes, I’m some sort of masochist I suppose. So it’s nice to just look at something mindlessly - all the pretty colors. Plus, once you get to the back half, they do have some interesting stuff. I can’t say for sure since I’ve only gotten 2 issues, but that seems to be the pattern.
The first inkling I had that I was getting old was when I strolled through the rock section of the record store, and I realized I didn’t recognize any of the bands on the label cards.
That was back when we had record stores.
That song’s by Peter, Paul, and Mary, right? Isn’t it about smoking pot? *
- I know it really isn’t. WHOOSH!
Heh. AT first I thought you were talking about this Macy’s commercial and thought ‘wow how old are you that you don’t recognize at least some of *those *people!’ 
That’s not so bad since people like that often disappear so completely that you forget they even existed so there’s no reason to waste mental space trying to remember them. What’s bad are people who, from all initial indications, should’ve been around for only 15 minutes but refuse to go away. For example, do you realize Paris Hilton has been in the public eye for more than ten years? That’s longer than many celebrities who have an actual talent for doing something.
Oh my, but I’ve missed you guys… And I don’t feel quite so old now. Some of you are even older!!!
God bless The Dope and all its membership!!
Psst, Scubaqueen. I see legwarmers are coming back in style again. Soon we’ll be hip and cool again in our old clothes. Those instant celebrities will be people nobody will know in a couple of years but the clothes just keep coming back for one more waltz around the floor.
Think I’ve seen bell bottoms and platforms come around three times now. And it’s a hoot to stroll through the store and watch the teeny-boppers ooh and ah over the latest fashions that I have stored in my attic.
/joins the old fogey club
A few years ago, there was a commercial for one of the credit cards, featuring some slacker snowboarding around the world.
I commented out loud that that was awful marketing, that I couldn’t imagine any parent being happy about their kid flying all over the place on their credit card.
Then someone said it was Sean White, and I had no idea who that was.
I worked at a ski resort when snowboards were not allowed =p
Actually, I find it hysterical watching fashion trends, and remembering rummaging in my mom’s closet. She has designer stuff from 1949 to about 1985 [when my dad retired from business finally and she stopped having to go to formal functions with him]
I have seen the little plaid suitgo in and out of style like 3 different times, the littlepink Jackie O suit twice, and oddly enough back in about 1978/79ish I remember seeing a fashion designer had a green and white formal gown I swear would not have been out of place in the court of Marie Antionette … and the scary part was that it was not in the wedding section of the show!
No, we won’t. When kids wear that stuff it’s retro. When we wear it, it’s old.
But at least we can listen to new music. Like the new Iron Maiden, the new KISS, the new Hendrix. Let’s see how many new albums Lady Gaga puts out after she’s been dead for forty years!
Its not about age , its about relevance to real life.
All of my life I have never been up on the transient trendy personalities, I couldn’t care less if a footballer has been caught having an affair outside of his marriage, or if a pop singer has a drug habit .
They’re not important in the real world and they’re not important to me.
Sorry X Factor/big Brother/reality show nobodies, but thats how it is.
You’re here today and gone tomorrow, so why should I make the effort to remember, or even recognise you?
What if keeping up with the trash of the culture was real life, same as raking the leaves or scooping the kitty box?
I’m a mid-fogey of 44. I find the web is useful for stretching one’s brain in a dumb, warm-up kind of way, as well as for informational core strengthening. Warm-up stretches keep one fresh and ready for a certain pace of data throughput that modern life demands.
My warm-up site is Fark.com, which gives you nearly every pop person, fad or ad, with plenty of links to check it out in however much, or little, detail you want - and with the important added feature of healthy snarkasm toward it all, that you can share in at will.
Do just a little Farking every week and you’ll find you have a resource for creative cultural deconstruction - dynamic curmudgeonry, if you will - that will keep your mind young.
They don’t have record stores anymore? Where do you buy your LPs?
I admit to doing a little forecasting. There will probably always be an old record store somewhere, just like there are old bookstores.
Speaking of bookstores, how 'bout that Kindle? (I say phooey. No good for browsing. My favorite thing to go do out of the house is now in danger, thanks to you tech goons. Thank you so fucking much.)
I usually kick off every online session with Fark, but I still don’t know what a Justin Bieber is.
Harvey says we still won’t be hip and cool in stylish clothing and I’m not so sure. Mom didn’t shed her bra until she was about eighty-five. Musta been the look for her as she had a few old fogeys chasing her around the care center. Some things don’t seem to go out of style even if they need a bit of pressing.
I asked her if she needed some intervention and she demonstrated, raising her cane and saying that if they came any closer she’d whack 'em with it! Hah. Staid little old school teacher Mom.
I’m all about feeling comfortable in my clothing and wearing what I want to wear. But I have to admit that I do sometimes wonder when I look in the mirror. The trick seems to be not caring about what others think.
I’m wearing ME today. 