I’m 67 and I also hate talking on the phone. I much prefer texts where I can say/find out what I need without having to talk to someone. It’s not the quality of the sound on the cell phone; I just don’t want to make five minutes of useless small talk to find out what time we’re meeting, or whatever.
I also punctuate my texts correctly and only permit myself a few text-speak abbreviations (BTW, FWIW, OTOH). I can’t hide the fact that I’m old. That cat is out of this bag.
I’ve heard that there’s nothing worse than socks with sandals. But it’s so darn comfortable!
(I think that you have to be old enough to be “through being cool” to enjoy it, though.)
Oooh, good one on the spiked hair. My ex, who I must admit has phenomenal hair (bastard) still wears his Billy Idol style. He actually is one of the original punks, but sadly he can’t seem to update his look (or his attitude) to the current century. I like a choppy. pokey hairstyle on a man but he won’t let go of the “spikey” gelled look.
White sneaks and matching track suits. I swear on my mother’s grave: never.
Early Bird dinner specials and constantly searching for deals on everything. A friend of ours does this and it makes me crazy.
My 17 year old carried a pocket watch. I admit, he’s something of an anomaly.
Sorry, I call bullshit on step 2. Most have smartphones, and even back when I had a flip-phone, the clock showed on a little screen on the outside so you didn’t have to open the phone to see the time.
I actually don’t use my phone for time often. I stopped wearing a watch because the battery died, and when I got it replaced it did the start-and-stop thing. I didn’t really need it very often, anymore, and never replaced it. I work on a computer, so the time always shows in the corner, and there’s a clock in the conference room. Waiting rooms (if there’s no tv with time in corner or clock) are really the only time I need it, and that’s maybe three times a year. Plus I’m probably killing time on my phone, anyway, since I never want to talk in waiting rooms.
Let’s see…count backwards from today to Star Wars – 1977 —okay, now count backwards from my birthday…and…
Lon Chaney was making The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Wearing medical below-the-knee compression stockings . . . with shorts.
That’s me. I have to wear the stockings, and damned if I’ll wear long pants in summer. But hey, I look old anyway.
I don’t use my phone for the time…but sometimes I look at it to see what day of the week it is.
Commercial music is generally still released as albums and there’s no word that I’m aware of to replace it. When a musician or group releases an album, what else can you call it if you’re talking about the album and not a single? If you refer to it as a record album you might be swimming in trunks or gardening in blue jeans (dungarees if you’re really old) but there’s nothing else to call an album but an album.
For me personally, I’m as old as I am (almost 45) and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks about it. I stay current on things that I’m still interested on. I still build my own computers and I still wear a mechanical watch. My car has a manual transmission, because that’s my preference. I still withdraw cash from ATMs and regularly use it. I’ve had a relatively up to date Android phone since they first existed. I listen to music in my car on Pandora, FM radio and CD.
If a 25 year old wants to charge $5 worth of shit at a gas station store counter, have at it. I won’t ridicule them for not knowing how to drive my car. I won’t mentally or physically roll my eyeballs because they have to fish their phone out of their pocket to know what time it is.
Age is something that people can’t change. People who obstinately refuse to embrace new technology are annoying, but equally so are people who dismiss anything that doesn’t depend on the latest technology. It’s a two way street. If you’re young and dismiss what “old people” do that’s just as bad as being old and dismissing what “young-people” do without consideration.
And now I’ll get off my really old-timey soap box.
Does he have spats? Please say yes.
For the longest time, starting in high school, and until I was about 30, I wore a watch that pinned to my shirt. I got it when I was about 16. It was a cheap antique that didn’t work well. My father went to Europe on one of his trips to the USSR, and had a stopover in Switzerland, and got me a really nice watch pin.
When I was very young, in the winter, I wore those thick slipper socks with Birkenstock sandals. Toasty warm, and the high soles of the Birks kept my feet out of the slush.
I was a vegetarian, but I hadn’t quit wearing leather. Once I did that, no more Birks.
No spats…at the moment. He does have a pair of wingtips.
Am I old now? I guess so. I am 37. But anything but two spaces after a full stop looks odd. I don’t do it all the time anymore, given texting constraints, etc. However, I didn’t realize that it is a faux pas. Geez.
What makes me feel old? I have a 17 y.o. daughter. She’s about to go to college, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. 
smiles
When breakfast is preceded by an assortment of little pills in bottles.
:o
And when did the two-spaces after a full stop stop?? Nobody sent me a memorandum to alert me to the changes? Seriously! Not happy Edith!
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When breakfast is preceded by an assortment of little pills in bottles.
:o
Yeah, that too.:o
It stopped last century. Even I don’t do that anymore.
Not in Thailand. There’s no need to pull them out of their pocket, because their faces are glued to the screen their every waking moment.
And who the hell are YOU to tell ME not to add an extra space?
I’ll add an extra space until they prise the space-bar from my cold, dead hands, thank you all the same.
Bastids.
The world got real, and I missed the memo.