Then and Now

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This one came to me as an email from my high school friend, Sandee Waxman.   It must have been written a few years ago but many of us can relate to it:

1962:  Long hair
2012:  Longing for hair

1962:  KEG
2012:  EKG

1962:  Acid Rock
2012:  Acid Reflux

1962:  Moving to California because it’s cool
2012:  Moving to Florida because it’s warm

1962:  Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor
2012:  Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

1962:  Seeds and stems
2012:  Roughage

1962:  Hoping for a BMW
2012:  Hoping for a BM

1962:  Going to a new, hip joint
2012:  Receiving a new hip joint

1962:  Rolling Stones
2012:  Kidney Stones

1962:  Screw the system
2012:  Upgrade the system

1972:  Disco
2012:  Costco

1962:  Parents begging you to get your hair cut
2012:  Children begging you to get their heads shaved

1962:  Passing the driver’s test
2012:  Passing the vision test

1962:  Whatever
2012:  Depends

In case you aren’t already feeling old today, this will certainly change things.  Each year the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puts together a list to try to give the faculty a sense of the mindset of the year’s incoming freshman class.  Here is a recent year’s list:

The people who are starting college this fall from across the nation were born in 1993.

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced 2 years before they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the “Tonight Show.”

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about “Jaws.”

They can’t imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard:  “Where’s the Beef?”  “I’d walk a mile for a Camel,” or “da plane, Boss, da plane.”

McDonalds never came in styrofoam containers.

They don’t have a clue how to use a typewriter.

 

Do you feel old yet?  Share this with the other old fogies you know.

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By Carol North

Author, blogger, Carol North writes about pets, children and travel and looks forward to sharing her years of experience. Carol is definitely a sassy senior and says you'll have to ask her husband about the sexy part.

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