Oh, No I’m Not!
All right. I guess I have to admit it – I have no choice. I’m getting old. I can’t relate. The boys are wearing those jackets that look like they’re for girls. Pants hanging down past the plumber’s line. Baseball caps have price-tags on them – wth? Girls wearing pajamas in public. The music – oh, the music. Sometimes I get embarrassed – in my car by myself – listening to it. I’m horrified to think that 10 year-olds everywhere are downloading their own music. Yikes.
Bad Was Good
Have you heard them talking to each other lately? When I was young bad was good. So was rad. I wore shorts and knee socks – which my mother still laughs at – but parents could basically understand what we were saying – couldn’t they?
The only way I can keep up now is to look it up. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, the internet rocks. I had to look up OMG and LOL – which now apparently are outdated. What replaced them? Don’t know. Ask your kid. I figured out WTF. IMHO – I got that one too after awhile. How to keep up? Urban Dictionary.
Warning: Take off your prude hat. It ain’t gonna fit over there.