My first post. I started this blog because I have a passion to write but even more so, I think our generation has a hell of a lot to say. We are the generation coined Baby Boomers. The post war kids, the ones who tore off masks and told Washington we had a voice. We were the ones that dropped in and dropped out, took our time, lived in the moment, went to concerts in parks or large halls where everyone got along and often shared joints, drinks and sometimes even partners. We were the first generation where women were free, thanks to the inception of the birth control pill.
We could attend a celebration of close to a half million with music and call it a love-in. We could hitch hike across the country and feel safe. We had conviction, stamina, ideals, goals, perseverance and wanted to change the world. I think for a time we did. We were unified. Now we are all older. We are on the other side of youth. I wonder how much we stuck to our ideals ? Do we still have conviction and strength when faced with selfish temptation ? Who are we now and where have we been.
I’m curious to see what new term they’ll use next for us at this juncture of life. We were always called something as a group. All I can say is that it better be good and original. The name needs to create a new concept, just like all the others did. Because honestly, we have never been a generation that liked mediocrity much.
I can tell you what it won’t be. Not senior. Not for me anyway. Who the hell ever came up with such a stupid term. Okay old or elderly does nothing for me either, but is this the best they can do ? I always wonder who the they are anyway ?
Senior reminds me of my youth. It reminds me of when I had a crush on a boy named Richard Diagarno. I called his house when I was in the 8th grade. I was so nervous and when a woman answered and asked if it was for Senior or Junior ? I said what did it matter. I just want to talk with Richard. Again, Junior or senior ? And then I realized. You mean there are two in the same household ? I never heard of such a thing. In the world where I come from, we only name someone after the dead. It’s in memory of. It makes a lot more sense to me. Why not give a kid their own name so it doesn’t confuse the public or him ?
Well, I’m a long way from that phone call. And to remind me of that, AARP found me, those bastards. I was warned by a friend that they would. I don’t know how they do it, but they do. They wasted their money on me. I’m not going to any of their conventions or picnics, or travel trips. I’m never wearing one of their foolish looking pins. When the magazine or an envelope with an offer comes from them and of course they have the largest letters for a return address I’ve ever seen, I crinkle it up, rip my name off and throw it away in some obscure place. As far as all those senior discounts ? I’m not ready. I’d rather pay full price. And so far, no one has asked me for an ID to prove otherwise.
I am so not an AARP kinda girl !!! I still, sometimes, get carded when I buy alcohol and according to the 20-30-something young men, I am a “cougar” !!!