This really really really shouldn’t bother you. As a manager I’ve had many employees who are older than me, so the first time I had a boss who was younger it didn’t faze me at all. Being a boss is a different set of skills that has nothing to do with age. Some people can be a manager very young, and some will never be.
I’m in my late 20’s and when I look at magazine covers with movie/TV stars on them, I usually don’t recognize the majority of them. It doesn’t help that they’re usually referred to by their first names with no reference to their last names, so I still don’t know who they are. And I don’t care.
Most of these celebrities look similar, anyway. (white, perfect hair, no glasses, perfect skin.)
I’ve had that since childhood. Until they started advertising prescription drugs on TV, I never knew that was associated with older people.
Another thing I didn’t know is that, apparently, only older people are interested in genealogy, as the commercials for Ancestry.com clearly show. I’m not young but nearly everyone in those commercials looks older than I am. Possibly because I have an unusual name, I’ve wanted to know all about my forebears as long as I can remember. Also, growing up, I couldn’t hear enough from my grandmothers about what life was like when they were growing up. Young adults today have grandparents who grew up with black and white TVs; mine were born in the 1890s and 1880s, and came to awareness in a world without radios, widely available automobile, airplanes, and so on.
The 25-odd years between the swing era and the 1960s is a greater distance, musically speaking, than the 50 years between the early 60s and now. I had no use for my parents’ music when I was growing up, but now a lot of it sounds pretty good to me now; it’s a marvel how so many musicians in a single band could mesh so perfectly with each other and play as one.
I’m only 27 but I’ve always been old at heart it seems. None of this stuff you are all saying is surprising me at all! Haha.
I have a good amount of gray hairs on my head. In a way it’s surprising that I’m greying so early, lots of people point it out in surprise so I’m used to it by now. I figure by the time I’m in my late 30’s I’ll probably be entirely grey. I’m fine with that though! I could be a “silver fox” haha.
I’m getting my share of nose hair as well! I trim it now from time to time. No ear hair yet that I can see but I won’t be surprised when it comes in. I have more upper back and shoulder hair, blech. I wax and shave it fairly regularly 
No grey pubes yet though… that will be interesting when it happens!
Other than that, I already find enjoyment out of mundane chores that I hated as a kid. My car is always set to the station that plays NPR or BBC (I literally don’t have any other stations even preset other than a local liberal Houston station that’s all talk). I read the news every day. I’m not very “with it” on celebrities or popular events.
I’ve accepted that I’m already ‘old’, and honestly I’m still looking forward to being even older.
I noticed my first gray hair shortly after I first turned 27. I’m 28 now. My hair colour is starting to match my last name. It doesn’t really bother me much, and I don’t plan to dye my hair.
The older I get the better I was.
Just thought of another one. My job’s pretty physically and having a soak in the bath at the end of the work week is something I’ve always looked forward to. Lately, I’ve had a helluva getting out of the tub. I think my “Calgon take me away” days are soon.
All you younguns, don’t ask about the Calgon reference, it’s before you were born.
The grey hair is the one thing I haven’t gotten yet, although what used to be blond is now light brown.
I don’t know what I’ll do with the grey. cover it or celebrate it.
Probably celebrate it, I’m too lazy to deal with roots coming in.
One thing that really made me feel old though, my (soon to be ex?) SO usually keeps his head shaved. One day I noticed not only how much of it had grown out but also how much of it was grey… a LOT.
I thought damn he’s looking old, I think I need to get someone younger
then I remembered
he is younger.
I saw on fb this week that one of my cousins turned 60.
I can remember when my aunt was 60 and thinking how old she was.
Times seems to go faster as you get older.
It’s hard to see the people I grew up with looking old.
I guess I look old to them too.
Well, gender notwithstanding, count yourself lucky you have hair. Although, when I realized at age 30 that my hair was a comb-over, it was actually a bit of a relief. I just started combing off the back of my head, no more parting BS to worry about, and shinyhead does not both me one bit, Hair Club can suck it for all I care.
When I was a kid helping my grandfather doing things around the farm, I would look up and see he had blood running down his arm from where he snagged it on something but didn’t notice it. I couldn’t understand how he could be BLEEDING and not know about it. Sadly, I now understand. I can be doing rather mundane chores and suddenly notice a dried up trail of blood running the length of my arm and never know what caused it. And let’s not talk about big ugly bruises caused by simply brushing up against something.
It’s the face. When I was a kid, I wondered - why are grownups always so grumpy? And the older they are, the grumpier!!
Now I know. It’s not about mood - it’s because your face starts to slide off your skull! And the older you get, the more it slides! Until all your facial muscles are pulled down by gravity into a permanent scowl/frown! Eventually you just have to adjust your mood to suit your expression.
It’s all about gravity. :mad:
I just thought of something else, as I grow older my tolerance for bad entertainment or entertainment I dislike has considerably decreased. There was a time when if I was out with a group and most of the group really wanted to watch some very guy-oriented comedy (think Adam Sandler or Rob Schneider’s more infamous works), I would grit my teeth and bear it for the sake of letting everyone have their choice of movies once in awhile. Now, forget it when Deuce Bigolo III arrives or Pauly Shore stages his comeback, etc., no way, no way if they paid me, they can go by themselves and I’ll read a book in the lobby if there is nothing playing worth seeing.
Go to any Hot Topic and marvel at all the Nirvana shirts. Today’s teenagers love Kurt Cobain. For that matter, every school in the 90s had that small contingent of hippie burnouts that worshiped Morrison.
To me, the old dead dude was Buddy Holly, I kind of remember the Doors.
I can have porn 24/7 on my high-def TV hooked up to my computer if I wanted to (for free even). I also have Netflix and other subscriptions available for documentaries.
On any given night, I have a choice between gorgeous college girls doing what I would have paid good money to see 20 years ago on demand or the ancient history of Jerusalem. I will take ancient artifacts of the Middle East for $100 Alex almost every single time. I hate to say it but I think I got burnt out on naked women at some point.
I agree that shifts the balance of power greatly in personal interactions with the opposite sex. I still appreciate beauty but I am more interested in what they have to say and much more interested in the size of their 401k than their bra size.
Oh gosh, I had an “Am I THAT old?!” moment just the other week. During a conversation with my (grown) son, he talked about some job/career, and then said, “That’s a young person’s job”
How old AM I? I’ll tell you how old I am. I’m so old my KID is old.
Damn.
Oh, I know, but I’m allowed to be ridiculous, right? And it has nothing to with age, I realize. Some people are good at and/or want to manage, while others not so much. I just don’t feel like I should have to listen to children ever.
I went to a younger friend’s Bday party at a bar this weekend that had these sitting around which you used to save your drink when you went outside to smoke. More than half the people there didn’t know what they were.
Speaking of saving your drink, you kind of have to be old to remember those things you used to use to reseal your carbonated beverage bottle if you wanted to finish later. For that matter, who here is old enough to remember cans that were perfectly smooth on both ends and you had to punch in two holes to drink from them?