It doesn't matter if you disagree with me on this blog. Among other things, that's what we're here for – to exchange thoughts, ideas and opinions about what it's like to get old and maybe learn a thing or two from one another. It usually works that way just fine.
But now and then I just shake my head in bewilderment. Wednesday was one of those days.
At least half, probably more, of the readers who posted comments blasted me for being unfair to an entire generation. Apparently, they missed the word “professional” in front of the word “boomer” which I carefully chose to make it clear I was talking about one insufferable baby boomer, not a generation.
Professional baby boomers have been around since they were old enough to wield a pencil and they are the ones – not I - who, in all forms of media, have stuck boomers with the narcissistic, self-absorbed, it's-all-about-me label.
I stand by every word I said about that writer's article, and to the commenter who snarked about the story I've told regarding the day I noticed I was the oldest kid in the room? Perhaps you skipped an important part: that the realization sent me on what is now a 20-year research project, continuing still, to find out everything I could about aging.
No whining, no preening that teenagers think music I like is cool. Just deep curiosity about a time of life the culture I live in refused then (and continues to refuse) to discuss honestly.
Really now – some of you must start paying closer attention to not misinterpret what you're reading.
[On the other hand, I suppose I should thank you. I had other obligations on Thursday and needed a quick post idea for Friday.]
But wait. I'm not done yet on the subject of comments. For the past couple of weeks, John Oliver's HBO program, Last Week Tonight, has been on hiatus. To make up for the hole that leaves in our lives, he has been posting a short video now and then.
In the most recent one John, like me, reveals irritation with some comments – in his case, on the program's YouTube page. The only real difference between him and me is that he is actually funny which I am not. Oh, and also more profane.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Daniel B. Martin: A Twilight Zone Experience