I console myself with the knowledge that one of the coolest actors to have lived, Robert Forster, was also not happy about his hair situation as he got older, so much so that he made it a recurring joke in the movie Alligator, and commented on it further in Jackie Brown. I figure if Robert effin’ Forster could still be that cool while publicly wrestling with hair loss, I can too.
No need; the youngsters know full well that conflating our generation with “boomers” gets way more of a rise out of us than giving us our own epithet would.
Oof. I’m familiar with this one. It’s a big part of the reason I’ve cut down on my alcohol consumption. I’ve always gotten bad hangovers (I got one in my 20s once after a single beer) and it’s only getting worse.
“Hairpiece makers hate this one weird* trick.”
*Nothing personal
At least this won’t happen to some of us. If we - you know- happen to accidentally steal a car.
Over time using The Club in our manual Miata has changed from preventing theft of the car to preventing theft of the The Club.
My lower back informed me that I wasn’t young anymore when I was 24.
Oh, wow - I used to shop at that Harris Teeter. Back when I was young. (See? Still on topic.)
Yes, it’s fine, it sounds worse than it is, I just have to rant every so often. And, sometimes I shake my fist at clouds too. It helps.
Thanks for the song too - never heard of Better Than Ezra before. I’m going to be taking a deeper dive.
Bit of a drag I guess, but I have to admire the efficiency of your metabolism.
Ah, a thread for me.
I got to see Star Wars in the cinema in 1977, I was 10 at the time.
I was on the border as a young soldier when East Germany accidentally opened its borders.
I was bringing my daughter to her first day of school when the radio said a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York.
I have gone blinkered through life, history happening around me, yet all I can remember is my bourgeois little life, my divorce, my time here in Munich, my childhood in Iowa in the 1970s and 1980s.
And now I have osteoarthritis in both hallux (big toes), hypertension, and grey hair. And a beautiful grandson. So what am I going to do?
I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.
I’m going to go for a walk.
From Munich to Innsbruck, then to Bolzano. One last hurrah before my body tells me to fucking slow down and act my age. (Don’t worry, I’ve been training for it.)
See you all in about two weeks.
It was more starting early and hot weather tbh.
I joined as soon as I turned 50, discounts are nothing to sneeze at
Ok, Gen Xer.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a cloud overhead I’ve got to yell at.
I am 59.
I can’t necessarily attribute all the changes in my thinking and behavior to menopause.
As soon as I hit 40 (that’s a good ten years before my menopause), I started thinking about The Spend Down.
Not this one:
A different spend down: of my own privilege; my time and energy; my reputation; my ability to help other people; my support (not financially, apart from family members) of other people to get to their own goals; my willingness to take bigger risks, especially socially, calling out bs and standing in solidarity.
It’s liberating to definitely not give a damn any more about what people think, especially what will the MAGA crowd think, or what conventional society thinks. It’s even more liberating to know that whatever good I am doing, big or small, is going to feed some portion of a timeline I will probably never even see–hopefully for the better.
Give it all away [not necessarily financially], where you can, when you can, if you are able, if you are in a position to do it. And breathe.
Thanks to all here who are leaving the world better than y’all found it.
It’s the glue of my cosmos.
I am not a huge fan of billionaires but fwiw, I am grateful Mackenzie Scott is doing this, at least:
please don’t get me started on how her wealth was created on the backs of some of the most badly treated workers in America; I have had friends who work for Amazon and the whole thing is a shitshow except for their corporation’s topmost 1% who make all the money and experience zero consequences
ETA:
ETA2: Part of what I like about McKibben’s move here is that seniors can and often do have more time of their hands, more or some wealth (having had a longer opportunity to earn it) but also they have connections. Their networks and life experience may position them to get time with more people including industry people, to deliver climate activism messages in a targeted way.
That occurred to me this morning, when I was thinking that the youngest people born before the introduction of the polio vaccine are in their 70s today.
They don’t waste any time; they hit me up a few weeks ahead of schedule (& likely a few decades before retirement). Their summer magazine had a feature on hip-hop turning 50.
Somewhere in there I was getting junk mail with Newt Gingrich’s endorsement for the right-wing retirement club (because the AARP stood up for Obamacare, or better Medicare, or something potentially helpful)
What benefits does it provide? A spot on the ice floe and a loaded Glock to end your pain?
We should change the name of our generation to The Ignored. For accuracy. Except, apparently Zoomers call all of us Karens.
@stinkinbadgers: Ye gads, I forgot there’s still a Club in my RSX. I don’t need it there, I need it in my Outlander! I could steal my Acura if it weren’t for that pesky interconnect, but seems no Millennials or Zoomers could.