A young co-worker of mine at a previous job and I were watching the news one day on goings in the Middle East, and I remarked that “You’d think they would have learnt something from the First Gulf War”. Her response: “First Gulf War?”
Released in 1983: 27 years ago. YIKES. I graduated in 1982. In two years, we’re looking at a 30 year reunion.
My cousin, who graduated the same year I did, is a grandmother. She was married and pregnant when we graduated. My kids will be 12 and 11 this year.
The 11 year old knows what a record player is. I remember being in Walgreens with her, and she found a really cute Barbie cassette player. She asked what it was, and I told her. Then she said, “What’s a cassette?” :eek: I have tried so hard to expose them to as much old technology as possible: it’s my belief that we can’t appreciate where we are if we forget where we’ve been.
The difference in time between now and when I graduated high school is longer than the difference between birth and then.
Statistically, I am almost at “mid-life”.
I am posting on a thread titled “More signs of getting older” instead of amusingly lurking.
I sure as hell did. It’s easier to do now, since I’ve embraced my inner ‘Dirty Old Man’.
As a 40-year-old with a 6-week-old baby, I expect to hear this one a lot over the next couple of decades, but yesterday was the first time someone admired Lily, and then asked whether she was my granddaughter…
Every time I’m at the store buying beer, that goddamn “You must be born before this date in 19__ to buy alcohol” gets later and later. I remember 1989, dammit! When the sign changes to “You must be born before this date in 20__ to buy alcohol” I will… well I don’t know. Probably ask for a senior discount or somethin’…
My kids don’t remember the Y2K bug. That wasn’t too long ago, was it? Also, obligatory xkcd.
I don’t know if it’s a sign of getting older, necessarily, but it kind of blows me away to think that my little girl (God willing) should have every expectation of seeing the 100th anniversary of, say, the Challenger space shuttle disaster. With luck, she’ll see the turn of the century – the 22nd century. I will be long, long in the ground by then.
Koxinga’s post made me think of something. Halley’s Comet is already a third of the way along its trip back to earth. I saw it the year I graduated college.
A few things that make/have made me feel old:
The first time I heard a song on the ‘oldies’ station that was a hit when I was in high school.
When I was 38, and pregnant with my third and last child, my hubby’s best friend (our age) became a grandfather. :eek:
Same best friend of hubby’s ‘married off’ his youngest kid more than a year ago!
Last year, my middle daughter (now 19) came home from college all excited one day, insisting that she needed to introduce me to this music she was just certain I’d love. It was Adam Ant. 
A current and daily thing: whenever I get up from my desk, I always hit the bathroom before I return to my desk, ‘just in case’.
Sigh.
Oh, yeah, my hubby hit the big Five-O last week! 
Here’s one for this week. I’m going around asking folks my age, “So, does this glucosamine stuff work?”
(FTR, I’m getting a resounding “yes” from everyone, so on to glucosamine I go. Damn aging joints and tendons!)
I work for a small fire alarm and equipment company. Last October, the Office Manager retired, leaving me the senior employee. At her retirement dinner, the CEO pointed out that one third of our employees had not yet been born when she and I started working for the company in 1979…
Oops, already been covered. My bad.
Similarly – and I think this is WAY OUT, in Back to the Future, which I saw while in college at the Cinerama Dome in Hollywood, Marty McFly went back in time 30 years to, basically, the Stone Age.
Well, if we had that same time machine and went back in time… okay, 25 years… :eek: we’d be at the time that movie was made which wasn’t that long ago!!!.
I was extremely pregnant with my first child (born that July) during the summer of the O.J. Simpson trial being too miserable to step foot out in the heat, I stayed inside w/ my swollen ankles and always watched the proceedings on Court TV. Now, she’s an 18 yo HS senior going off to college! ***There is no way that is even possible! ***The O.J. trial was only 5 yrs ago or so, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it??
If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit?
Now I can’t even remember what CourtTV’s new name is. If I can’t remember shit, old as hell I git?
Now that I think of it, I was pregnant w/ daughter #2 (born in Aug) during the summer of the Waco, TX tragedy and watched it on CourtTV too.
She’s now 16. JFC, it goes by too fast.
The OJ trial wasn’t that long ago, Leno still does jokes about it from time to time.
Ok I am only 25 for now. But I have felt the “love” so to speak. The other day an alumni email announced that a student at my old university had receieved an examiner award and that it had been many years since someone had recieved that, I thought “no I reciveved one” not many years ago…errrr
Today is one day further from your birth date than yesterday was.
About a year ago, I was talking to a financial advisor, and he said to me, “People of your generation…” I stopped listening after that.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m 48, but people have often commented I look 10 years younger (a family trait). I wear no-line bifocals, have a full head of hair, and just a few strands of gray, although the last two are changing. ETA: I don’t plan on doing anything artficial about the amount or color of my hair.
The first time I felt old though was when I was in my late 20s, talking to a kid who was maybe 10 years younger than I, and he’d never even heard of the Beatles. That was in the mid-to-late 80s.
On the whole, I don’t mind getting older, except for the aches and pains.
I have two stories that are 20 years apart.
Back in 1989, I was in college, working in the arcade in an amusement park. My job was to make change and hand out quarters for denominations that weren’t $1 or $5 bills. Kid walks up to me – young teen, maybe around 13. Hands me a $20. I hand him a fistful of quarters. He comes back a few minutes and asks me to exchange the quarter in his hand. He offers it to me, “I can’t use this in the machines, it’s Canadian!”
I look at it and nonchalantly say, “Oh, that’s not a Canadian quarter, that’s just a Bicentennial quarter. It’ll work.”
Crickets. “What’s a Bicentennial quarter?”
Me: sigh “What year were you born?”
Kid: “1977.”
::face palm:: Then I patiently explained the release of Bicentennial quarters in 1976, neglecting to mention that I’d won a silver dollar for a Bicentennial poster design contest that year, which was when I was in 1st Grade.
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Now just this week, I had an eerily similar experience. I am taking exotic dance classes, pole, floor, chair. (Lots of fun, very sexxxy.) Near the end of my Floor class, we did the routine we’ve been working on for the choreography class that was trickling in, milling about, watching. We pull off our floor routine, and I’m all smug and satisfied with myself because I look just as hot and just as sexy (and just as skinny, thankyouverymuch) as the 20-year-old who is dancing right next to me. I have better abs than she does because I’ve been gardening and digging holes for 15 years, right.
Choreography instructor rushes up to me with, “That was awesome! How OLD are you?”
Me: (Oh boy. Here we go.) “I’ll be 41 in a couple months.”
CI (In the most smug, patronizing tone possible): “Good for yooooou! You look so great up there! My MOM is 40.”
Me, thinking: Well, I’m late for getting my wheelchair polished…
Me, out loud: “Umm… thanks. That was fun.”
CI: “You just look so amazing, you are in GREAT shape! And your skin is fantastic, too!”
Me, thinking: I hate you. And I’m old enough to be your mother. Isn’t it past your bedtime?
Me, out loud: “Ummm… thanks. That was really fun. See you next week!”
Sigh.
10 years ago I was getting my hair cut. I had been slowly balding, but still had enough up top that it wasn’t an embarrassing comb-over. After I made a mood-lightening comment about “not taking too much off the top; nature has that covered,” the stylist had commented how I was taking it in stride. But was that enough for her? No… she goes on to tell me how much better I was dealing with it than her son did. On-and-on about how young he was when he started balding.
“He was only 30!” I was 23.
Just to comment on a few of these:
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I honestly didn’t realize Pan Am was no more. I don’t fly a lot, and never did fly Pan Am, so I never really thought about it.
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Mike Tyson pretty much HAS always been a felon.
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Salsa outsells ketchup? Seriously?
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I cannot remember a time without chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, nor do I care to.
My latest “getting” older moment? Realizing they’ve made six Harry Potter movies already. The first one still seems “new” to me.