Pictures?!?
I’m just waiting for the day AARP sends me the initial solicitation to join. It will be some time in 2011, the bastards…
Oh…really? :dubious:
When the barber trims your ears. That was a shock.
My benchmark for this has always been the day that “I’ll never drink like that again” becomes “I can’t drink like that any more”.
And it’s pretty sobering when you get into a car being driven by a kid whose diapers you used to change…
I was watching A Christmas Story–which is set in about the 1930s. Much of the technology in the movie was still around when I was little: some knob & tube wiring, steel toys, ungrounded electrical with stacks of outlet multipliers, BIG christmas tree lights, etc.
Somehow it is significant to me that my childhood is closer to THAT time than it is to today. Which is to say, my inner child finds the 1930s to be less alien than today.
You are off by a lot on that if it makes you feel any better. A Christmas story is set in the late 40’s or very early 1950’s, not the 1930’s. The Wizard of Oz is set in the 1930’s.
Inigo, along those lines, when I was little, in the mid 70’s, watching Looney Tunes on Saturday morning, the WWII episodes were really really old. Made in the mid 40’s, they were 30 years old when I watched them.
Now, the brand new shows of the mid 70’s are over 30 years old, and would be considered just as ancient as I thought Looney Tunes were.
So?
What? Oh, the stuff that the kids today are listening to?
Not the same thing. The old cartoons were before that magical time in the late 60s when music was invented and the world became colorized.
Alright, you made me feel better about myself. I have been feeling old, but at least I don’t find Lovey attractive.
Of course it has been a while since I’ve seen Gilligan’s Island.
But no, Mary Ann all the way. Or Ginger for one night.
Although I am reminded of my 57 years almost daily, for one reason or another, it was this last Thanksgiving where it really hit home.
All my family is gone now, but my best friend, whom I have known now for 47 years, had me along at his familys Thanksgiving dinner. I have know the family a long time and they have kind of ‘adopted’ me now that my family has all passed.
The dinner was held at my friends oldest sisters house, who did not marry particularly young. I have known her since just after she was out of diapers. One of her daughters is now pregnant, so my friends sister is going to be a grandmother.
Somehow, this doesn’t seem possible. Has that many years passed? Apparently so.
A little louder, please. I didn’t catch that. 
I gotta be honest – I’m too old to even get your point. Are kids actually listening to London Calling? That just makes it worse… I’ve probably already lived through a couple of Clash revival periods that I didn’t even notice.
I’ve been on Medicare for a few months now, and catching up on medical procedures that I couldn’t afford back when I had no insurance. Both knees need surgery. Fake teeth. Bifocals. Cataract surgery. Flat feet. Lower back spasms. Viagra. Skin tags. Colonoscopy. Prostate exam. Hearing test. All sorts of complications from diabetes. High blood pressure. High triglycerides.
And the biggest indignity: testosterone replacement.
And knowing that, at 65, I’m closer to 80 than to 50.
And even though I don’t have much gray hair, I’m still older than Bill Clinton.
And the little girl I used to babysit for is now a breast cancer survivor.
I graduated from high school in 1980. Somehow, my taste in music didn’t. Any music made after then is “what those damn kids are listening to these days.” The Clash, The Police, Cindy Lauper – they can all get off my damn lawn.
I guess that part of it is that I checked out of the pop/rock scene when I went to college. I didn’t check back in until much later, when I discovered a new band called Nirvana. They were so new that Kurt Cobain was dead for six years already.
All the cops and doctors you see are clearly younger than you are.
I’ve had that happen three times now since I began using facebook. I’d be looking at the pictures posted by someone I went to school with, and when we’d talk I’d say “Hey, I see you have little kids too – we should get them together”. “Oh, those aren’t my kids…they’re my grandkids”.
The hell? What, did a bunch of you settle down and have kids in your early twen…oh, wait…yeah, I guess that is a reasonable assumption, isn’t it?
I just had a breast biopsy done by a doctor who didn’t look a day over 21. He didn’t even have a single gray hair. I don’t really feel all that old, but I did that day.
Whippersnapper! Time was when a veteran meant a Civil War veteran.
I too graduated from high school in 1980 and know exactly what you mean! I joke with my kids that Boston and Van Halen are new bands.
That’s not really much of a milestone, to be frank. I got one of those two or three weeks ago. I’m 28.