Okay, I admitted already that REM made me feel old. So is there a mass media conspiracy afoot to send me to my walker prematurely?
This article about the reunited Duran-Duran has just about done it--particularly this paragraph:
The clamor has evoked memories of when the British band were idols who attracted a devoted following of teenage girls and sold millions of records around the world.
Yes, back when we lived on Pangea, pre-ice age and continental drift, I remember my girlfriends and I carving Simon Le Bon's likeness into the cave walls with bits of bone and coloring it with ash. Then we'd brave the herds of roaming velociraptors to get to the local Record Bar to buy their latest release. Why, I still have my animal skin elf boots and ancient mini-pelt!
Dear. God. Note to baby boomers, my favorite whipping boys and girls: See, when you create a culture that worships youth, it's only fun WHILE YOU'RE YOUTHFUL! Thanks for nothing, you losers.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at October 14, 2003 01:41 PMThis is exactly why Baby Boomers are refusing to age -- not just gracefully, but at ALL. My Boomer mother insists my children (her four grandchildren) call her "Honi" because she doesn't want to called by a grandmotherly name. God forbid. Yes, "Honi" is cute. But at what age does "cute" finally become pathetic?
Today's grandparents don't want to be grandparents. The Peter Pan Complex has infected an entire generation of selfish bastards who would rather play tennis at the club than play at the park with their own grandchildren.
Not that I'm bitter.