Yeah, Colophon’s comment about “veteran” 30-year-olds made me think that when ball players are my age (40), people are amazed they are still playing. And some of the players coming up are young enough to be my kids.
The music thing is a big one for me, too…I crack myself up when I hear myself thinking “damn, the music today sucks!” 
Gasp! Don’t you dare!
I’m still excited about my purchase of a 18-watt Natural Daylight Technology Bulb Table Lamp, which is to help my aging eyes see better! I need to go lie down.
Did I post that? 
I don’t remember recent stuff. :smack:
This was definitively determined in an earlier thread -
Regards,
Shodan
Regading the music: When the music you listened to, to rebel against THE MAN, and assert your youth is now being played as muzak, used to sell cars, and/or is considered “Classic” rock.
When I had a ten year old tell me how cool my typewriter was (You can actually see what you are typing) and a four year ask me in all seriousness “Is that a typewriter” (She had never seen one before), I felt like a total anacronism.
You got a little thing for grey, hon?
When you watch Nick At Nite and realize that most of the shows (Full House, Fresh Prince, Cosby) were once prime time.
You think that’s bad? I listened to The Fresh Prince “back in the day” when he was a young up-and-coming rap artist.
:eek:
My husband and I were standing in line at the store, and saw a People Magazine “before they were famous” issue. The picture of Will Smith looked like a late-highschool-age photo. We laughed, because maybe for the YOUNGER generation he wasn’t famous back then, but we sure remember “Parents Just Don’t Understand,” which was recorded probably at about the same time that photo was taken.
Psst…25th. :eek:
You know you’re getting old when your biggest hair decision is when do you finally shave it off because the bald spot is becoming awkwardly-prominent. And you remember your days of long hair fondly, even though they were only six years ago. And you would never ever grow a beard because it would be frighteningly-grey.
You’re not helping! 
When you go to a T.G.I. Friday’s restaurant (or one of that ilk) and discover, attached to the wall as part of the decor, a toy or toys that **you ** owned as a child.
In my case it was the Jets-Colts Superbowl III electric football game from 1968/69. <sigh>
Heh. That just happened to me!
Except it was Operation.
When you go to the doctor with tendonitis and neck pain and his response as to why you are getting these random injuries is “You’re getting old.”*
When someone older than you calls you ma’am.**
When you’re watching VH1 ***Classic ** * and you see a Radiohead video.
*I’m only 36! That’s not OLD! Is it?
**This actually happened a few weeks ago, from a new employee in her 40s.
I never knew about the sock-color and age correlation. It’s not an issue for me because I usually wear boots, and I work out at the gym every day, so I just use white socks all the time.
You know you’re getting old when your 13 year old son tells you to stop having “Senior Moments”.
And your new prescription sunglasses are bi-focals.
And when you go fishing with your Dad, neither one of you can tie a new hook on his line.
When the children you use to baby sit for are calling you to baby sit for their children.
Oh, honey, one of the kids I used to babysit for introduced me to her GRANDCHILD the other day…and I’m just 50!