Generational Humor

One of the many advantages of co-authoring this blog is the suggestions my friends send me for posts.  This one came from my dear friend and colleague, Roy Gardner (environmental law ROCKS almost as much as Elder Law).  Roy sent me a link to a March 6, 2014 post to the humor blog, Shouts & Murmurs, from The New Yorker. The blog post, titled Seniors, is a take on the difference between 59-year-olds and 56-year-olds who want to hang with them.  It’s a hilarious look at disparities created by age gaps, even one as brief as 3 years.  Start your day with a smile and read the post.  Here’s a brief excerpt:

What really pisses me off about fifty-six-year-olds trying to be cool is that now we’re into the fifty-year anniversaries of everything and I know for a fact that most of these fifty-six-year-olds who act like they remember when J.F.K. got shot are just faking. They might recall playing with their Silly Putty but no way do they remember watching the Beatles on “Ed Sullivan.” They were probably either (a) already in bed or (b) watching “Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color.” But you hear them now and they’re all like, “Oh, man, that totally changed my life! The next day I was strumming a tennis racket and pretending I was John Lennon.” It bugs me so much. It’s like, “No, man. It was three years later and you were banging on a plastic pail and pretending you were Micky Dolenz.”

P.S. For those readers who don’t get the reference (that is, the 52-year-olds), here is a link to Micky Dolenz’ website.