I Confess: I’m Not Hip Anymore

After 200 hours of watching coverage of Hurricane Irene, I decided I needed a break from water, wind and Anderson Cooper. By the way,  I was a little disappointed he wasn’t in his signature hurricane gear —

Lady GAGA, GMA Concert © by TJ Sengel

a yellow rain slicker. I decided to finally pick up the clicker and do a little channel surfing. I needed to seek refuge from the storm and hightailed it to a Miami crime scene and a brutal “Cupcake War.” This proved to be very bad thinking. On my travels up the dial, I made an ill fated stop at the MTV Music Video Awards . Why? Why didn’t I just keep going? Why did I leave Irene and Andersen regardless of what he was wearing?
It suddenly struck me; I had no idea who anyone was. Not one familiar face. Where’s Elton John when you need him? Lady Gaga, who I usually recognize by her life threateningly tall high heels, was dressed like a man. Did she do this to screw with me? “For God’s sake help me out and put on the giant shoes.” Am I a loser? It was a night of reckoning. Did this happen in the blink of an eye? One day the audience is filled with the likes of The Grateful Dead, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton et al,  and then poof they’re gone , replaced by a group of pink-haired girls and boys covered in ink. Where have I been? I should have known this day was coming as the people in “People” are total strangers to me now. They look so young any one of them could conceivably call me “Nana.” This is very stressful. I need George Clooney to be the hottest man alive again. “George, put on a Speedo!”

I have to face it and confess – I am not “hip” anymore. I have tried , lord knows I have tried to keep up. I wear short skirts, have long hair, and still love to “hang out” but it’s obviously not enough. Sadly, it’s possible I haven’t been hip since 1974 when I went to a party at Jerry Garcia’s ranch. My hip-o-meter has plunged to zero. “Lady Gaga please put on a dress and 9 inch heels again so I can recognize one person under 30. And don’t ever call me Nana.”

 

 

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10 thoughts on “I Confess: I’m Not Hip Anymore”

    1. I hang out with other grouchy old perv’s. You’d be shocked to know there are a lot of them! 🙂

  1. I gave up on being “hip” long ago. I’m owing grouchy old pervert instead. 😉 Kids these days! Humpf!

  2. I don’t bother trying to look hip anymore. That’s the beauty of getting older. You can pretty much wear anything you want, as long as you’re not trying to look like a twenty-year-old. I pretty much live in jeans most of the year.

  3. The younger generation all look alike becuase they are a different species — you know how all cows look alike when you aren’t a bull? At least when people mature, they have distinctive wrinkles or age spots and tremors that can help to identify them!

  4. Yep I was at Jerry Garcia’s ranch but thankfully no Manson sighting. You should worry about me Donna… As for Irene I was in Seattle and couldn’t figure out how to turn the channel on my son’s TV so I was trapped on CNN.

  5. Wow, you went to Jerry Garcia’s ranch? Did you meet Charles Manson? That gives me shivers. And why were you watching so much Irene coverage when you live in Palm Springs? I do worry about you Gail! 🙂

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