As seniors have done since the time of the cave-persons, we complain about the younger generation. Looking at the past, we grudgingly admit our parents felt the same way, but that was different; we were right. As the decades have passed, we noticed changes. Whether we approved or not, we often followed the trends in order to appear still amongst the young, in some cases with eye-brow raising results.
A successful case in point; however, is the clean shaven head. I and several of you were far ahead of that trend. As for other things, I must admit I cannot bend with the wind nor flow with the tide. To me an absurdity would be to take part in a fist bump, whether it be with a young person or a fellow senior (as if they would even attempt such a thing). The word “dude” issuing from my mouth would cause not only snickers, but my vocal cords to petrify. It would be akin to a young person uttering “sir” or “ma’am.” Two words fast losing all usage. As it is, I still find difficulty with “Ms.” Yes, yes, I know the importance politically, etc. and I try to remember, but breaking life-long habits is not easy. Another bone of contention is my refusal to blog, face or twit. I suppose I shall eventually succumb, but I am putting up a fight as I watch the art of conversation and group interaction dying in front of me.
I suppose it doesn’t really matter because in all the “in” places for the young into which I have been dragged, the music and noise are so loud there is no possibility of meaningful conversation anyway. One wonders what they will talk about once they finally get to be alone and without their machines. Is it my age, or is there a point here? One shudders at the thought of what these young people will eventually be complaining about concerning their younger generation. Glad I won’t be here.
Does “Nov. 4” ring a bell?
I am famous for my reticence to offer opinions and advice; my briefs are legendary for their sober impartiality as well as for being open to all and sundry. However, when prompted by necessity (or the stupidity of others), I find courage and conviction in disregarding etiquette and in the politest possible way correcting the wayward with my humble thoughts and opinions.
My only exception as to topics has been about politics, but I am bending my rule today as I realize an important date has sneaked up on us. In case you haven’t been paying attention, Nov. 4 is almost here: ELECTION DAY. For this, I will venture into political territory deep enough to remind you of the importance of your vote. The governor, senators, representatives, judges and all kinds of worthies are to be elected at all levels and several important local issues are to be decided. It is being pointed out by the pundits that the races will be very close this time and the outcomes in several states including ours will determine the future of Congress, the country, the courts and, especially for us, several vital LGBT issues. It is also being said the off-year elections bring out the fewest voters and results are often not what the majority of the population wants, but, sad to say, the majority of voters wins. Therefore, on your way to work, during your lunch hour or on your way home and before hitting the bars, gyms, vegan eateries, your motorcycle, sofa or other important destinations, get yourself to your voting center on the fourth.
If you are one of the really busy ones, I hope you have mailed in your ballot already. If you don’t care enough to do your duty, you have no right to complain about the results. I am not telling you how to vote. I am just telling you to VOTE.
