Reading the “What song was #1 when you were born thread” and fearing to post the answer.
Here’s something that made me feel old.
On a whim, I bought a Gordon Lightfoot album. I listened to on the way to work today, and I dug it!
Yep, liking cheesy '70’s folk-pop’ll do it.
I forgot another one – there’s a local oldies station that plays stuff from the early 50s through the early 80s.
Yes. 80s. It is VERY VERY weird to hear their station identification blurb – “your locally programmed oldies station!” followed by, say, the Police. I adore the station, but this makes me feel ancient.
Thanksgiving always reminds me of this show –
Oh, the inhumanity!
There’s a country song by Mark Wills called “19 something”, and there’s a line “I’ve seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong.” My students had no concept of who that was.
[by the way, the stuff is blue :)]
Grey pubes? Heck, half of mine came in that colour when I was 12! And the hair under my lower lip has always been white, so I don’t care much about that.
I think you’re old when you decide that rather than go do something with friends, you’d rather bitch online 
You go to the gym and suffer from PMO–Pop Music Overexposure. You can’t believe what’s popular now. You spend the rest of the day with “Doubly-doubly-doiubly-doubly-down down down, turn out the light” stuck in your head.
Hey wait a minute. I hated disco in the 1970’s, too. So maybe it’s not always a sign of your age to detest current pop.
I’m 28 years old.
I’m really older than dirt.
My personal moments came when…
- I realized that I stopped liking anyone under my own age.
- When I listen to new people at my job complain about FICA and give them a ‘you’ll learn’ look.
- When I began to think it was extremely important to own the original recording of whatever popular song on the radio was sampling. That way I could play it loud in my car and feel all superior because I know what the real record sounded like.
A couple for me, when I was in a liquor store, and the sign saying “To purchase, you must have been born after XXX date” named a date I was already legal.
I was born in 1960. So someone could be born in the 60s, and be quite a bit younger than me. It struck me when I would see bios of athletes and popular figures, and the majority of them were born after 1970. And then 1980 …
At some point, college undergrads began looking really young, as high schoolers had recently before.
I was there when Mick Jagger and Keith Richards discovered fire.
I am on the mailing list for every nursing home and cemetary within a hundred miles.
AARP sends me its monthly news letters and I qualify for the seniors discount at many places.
My next HS reunion, (2005) will be the 40th, and my 62 Studebaker Hawk only has an AM radio.
I can’t remember where I put my car keys, but I can still remember my best friend’s Army serial number.
It recently occurred to me that my life has spanned five decades–the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and, er, the 00s.
Huh.
I also hear some song by Aerosmith or Tom Petty and think to myself that I’m hearing their “new” stuff . . . before I remember that it came out 12 years ago.
Three different couples I am friends with are getting married. I feel old.
Thanks, Doghouse; I hadn’t thought of that before.
I get that thing with the “new” music too - I might think of a song I liked in the 90’s thinking how modern it is, and realize it’s probably almost 10 years old now. Sheesh.
Just recently, I finally gave the OK for Mr. Pug to put up all of my Prince albums and Prince club mix singles for sale on E-bay. A buyer purchased the entire lot right away and I didn’t feel a single pang as they were boxed up for mailing. I had kept them in perfect condition and we got a nice price for them, after all.
Well, maybe a little pang. Nobody will ever write dance music like that again.
Signs that you are getting old…
When your 20-year-old son tells you he digs this new artist…Santana!
I also had an “old epiphany” in a department store several years ago when Jerry Garcia came out with a line of neckties. There’s a dichotomy there somewhere!
I’m 22. If I were female, and a tennis player, my career would be half over.
Last year, I got my first ever office. That didn’t make me feel old.
I stocked my office with a tea kettle, tea bags, and apple cider mix, because buying warm beverages on campus is expensive. That didn’t make me feel old.
I then told most of my friends about how my kettle and tea bags were helping me save precious dollars. They thought it was an excellent idea, very cool, not eccentric in the least. That was when I felt old.
You know you’re getting old when you distribute 99% of the cake batter to the final product and not your belly.
On the bright side, I’ll be 30 in a month and a half. Which is old enough to run for the Senate. Bwuh ha haaaaaaaaaa!
When cops and teachers start looking like 8th graders to you…