I am gradually becoming un-cool. Okay, maybe it has been happening for a long time but I’m only just starting to notice. I can now walk by a magazine geared toward the “youth” market–laying conspicuously on my coffee table with all its glitz and flash and glare–and have no idea who the person is on the cover. Not only that, I don’t recognize any name or face from within the pages either. (the fashions, I recognize, but that’s because I remember them from the LAST time around.)
I hear songs coming out of every corner of my house and have no idea who is singing them. I could not tell you a single “Top 40” hit song. I used to be able to quote the top ten at a moment’s notice (and I’m not just talking about when I was sixteen either). Somehow, the land of popular culture is passing me by and I am becoming as un-cool and un-hip as my children have accused me of for years.
I’m not the fashion maven I once was either. By this age, I’ve pretty much found what works for me and I’m sticking with it. While I do get the fresh hair do, and update my wardrobe with age-appropriate additions each “season,” I’m not really straying to the snazzy and new. Besides, as I mentioned earlier, the “latest and greatest” doesn’t look new to me since I remember it being in fashion about twenty years ago. (Ah, you know you’re getting old when…)
I’m the mom, I guess, and while I may not be completely out of touch–I really am un-cool, at least by all popular culture, youth standards. I’m okay with that. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon, but I’m coping. Maybe I can figure out how to be cool for the forty-year-old set?
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