You know, you are only as old as you feel, right? I feel like, 18, maybe 21 since I can drink legally and, fork a yard. Yet, mature, as I can sit in a meeting with all the big wigs and say things like "perhaps we should maintain our current direction, and analyze more efficient ways of doing these". But what is good at making you feel old is this.
You are sitting at your desk, sending information across the superhiway a.k.a the internet, for work, minding your business, in the zone...and humming to the song piped in over muzak.
Then you hear a much younger coworker (new girl) pipe up "If they don't stop playing these oldies, I'm going to scream!!"
And, you answer...."But, new girl, this is Debbie Gibson...'only in my dreams' it's not ollllllldies, it's the 80's"
New Girl: "Ugh, I hate the 80's"
I told her I wanted to weep for her. How can anyone not like the 80's? It's like disliking polka. Not just because I'm a polish gal, polka is just happy. We have a college station here (Z88) that plays polka on Sunday mornings. It's like the shopping network, if you stop for even a second, it sucks you in.
And, it's not like meloncholy 80's music, it's Debbie Gibson. Come on, that is like against the law or something. It really makes me mad.
Oldies schmoldies. Being older is awesome. I know who I am and I'm not annoying enough to ask a question like..."do boys have a colon?". Seriously, she asked me that. I think she meant prostrate or something, but she asked me if they had colons. Wait, I just proved it's not an age thing. It's ignorance. Ignorant folk don't appreciate Debbie Gibson. Or know that men might be from mars, but they have the same pooping system we do.