Freddie Prinze, JR.
Oh, yeah, and I mentioned Gilda Radner to one of my co-workers, who first drew a blank and then said, brightly, “Oh, wasn’t she the cancer lady?”
What makes me feel old is the fact that I remember changing my baby brother’s diapers back when he was a newborn, and next month he will be 21.
Another thing that made me feel old was about a year ago when my mother started telling me about her sexual dysfunction problems. Geez mom, the last thing I want to hear from you is the quality of your sex life. Give me a cookie and tell me to go outside and play with my friends or something.
Shadowfox
Occasionally when I do something, I’ll realize that I’m slowly turning into a slightly skewed version of my father.
That’s scary.
I have always felt old ( 32), but I remember when I was at a friends “new” house (quaint cookie cutter smallish house, post WW2) and she was wondering what:
- the metal box on the wall was ( that lead to the garage)
- the little slot in the back of the medicine cabinet was.
I told her that the metal box was an old milk chute that use to lead outside. The two car garage was added loooong after the house was built and it made it easier for the milk man to deliver the goods when the homemaker wasn’t home.
And the slot? It was where men placed their old nasty disposable (not bics like we know them today, but straight edge) when they were dull.
She didn’t believe me and I called my Mom - who no one in their right mind would refute - and had my friend ask her the very same questions. I was right. hah.
But I really felt old when a 23ish nanny neighbor of my friend had never heard of Hogan’s Heroes.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the gandydancers work…
Oh, and I know I’m old when I just don’t give a rat’s butt for the Top 40-1000 music of today. ( I didn’t care for it that much anyways when I was young and hip either)
I caught part of the Countdown recently on the radio and said to hubby, " Casey Kasum is still alive? Who knew."
it’s easier not to feel old if you don’t teach. it can be really amazing how little students know. and awfully hard to swallow that you used to be JUST LIKE THAT. i wish i still knew everything…life’s decisions would be so much easier!
Getting “ma’am”-ed.
In 1982 (I was 33 then) I went to the wax museum on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. I commented to another visitor about Walt Disney, who died in 1966, and whose wax figure was among the storybook characters he made movies of. When I told her about him dying, she said, “I didn’t know he was a real person!”
She may not have been old enough to understand what “Walt Disney died yesterday” meant, at the time it happened. The puzzling part is that her parents never told her he was real.
Other than that, it made me feel old…
In 1982 (I was 33 then) I went to the wax museum on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. I commented to another visitor about Walt Disney, who died in 1966, and whose wax figure was among the storybook characters he made movies of. When I told her about him dying, she said, “I didn’t know he was a real person!”
She may not have been old enough to understand what “Walt Disney died yesterday” meant, at the time it happened. The puzzling part is that her parents never told her he was real.
Other than that, it made me feel old…
Sorry–that should have been posted * once. *
And the slot? It was where men placed their old nasty disposable (not bics like we know them today, but straight edge) when they were dull.}} Shirley
Sorry to say this, but I’ve not heard about those before. (Probably 'cause I never saw one.) But, out of curiosity, where did the old blades go? Just some hollow space? Could it be opened and cleaned out? And why wouldn’t they just throw away old blades instead of sticking them in some little slot?
Neil
“. . .they could as easily have been carrying euphoniums and wearing war paint for all the notice their quarry would have taken of them.”
-Douglas Adams, “Life, the Universe, and Everything”
The razor blades just go behind the wall, and stay there. Many old hotels have the same slot, and the blades just collect forever. This is according to David Feldman, Cecil’s competitor. (Gasp!)
Adam
“Life is hard…but God is good”
Doobieous. Homerolled. 
Just kidding. I was at a bar where my husband was playing not too long ago, and there was a DJ on the breaks. He put on “Come on Eileen,” and referred to it as an oldie. Thought I’d choke him. I own that album. On vinyl. And I have a turntable, too.
Here’s what does it for me: someone asks me how old I am, and I actually don’t remember/know! So it’s like, let’s see, 99 minus 64 is … 35. Hey, I’m 35!!!
What makes me feel old is not understanding the fads – especially the nose, navel, eyebrow, tongue, lip rings and the tattoos!
The most “permanent” thing we did to our bodies was peroxide on our bangs.
Please don’t ask me what bangs are.
I feel really old today, older than I have felt in a long time. My son starts college (he is only 17, graduated highschool a year early :::mom-brag::: :::mom-brag:: :), my little girl started highschool (10th grade), and my baby, the one it seems that I just weaned from the bottle and potty-trained is now in 3rd grade - half way to Jr High!
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KITTEN
Coarse and violent nudity. Occasional language.
My old apartment had one of those in the medicine cabinet! It was the coolest thing because I:
(A) Knew what it was and…
(B) Was using my grandfather’s old brass razor that had disposable blades. I got to drop them into the wall. Ok… so it’s a small pleasure and I’m a geek for caring about dropping them.
“I guess it is possible for one person to make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
I know i’m old, but I did’n realize how much, until one of my co-workers asked me about when I had started working at this particular job, and when I told him, all he said was “Oh, that’s the year I was born”.
By the way: Any of you guys remember 8-tracks?
8-tracks??? I remember 78s, you whippersnapper!