2013-07-19 / Columnists

Slice Of Life

by Beth Hanning

As I approach another birthday I keep thinking how old I am. I never thought I would be that person. I thought I would be so cool. A really cool old person. Now I am that mom who texts her daughter very early at college on Saturday mornings “Take down that Facebook picture” or “What the heck does that status mean?”

I am so old that I have not even heard of many of the bands that my daughter goes to see in concert. The last concert she attended I asked her who she was going to see? She replied “The Dirty Heads.” I replied, “That’s a stupid name.” Marianne told me I was so annoying. As she said that I was annoying, I drifted back to the 1980s and my father telling me to lower my record player with The Go-Gos blasting. As I thought about it, The Go-Gos was not too witty of a name either.

The other concert type that many teens and young adults attend is the DJ concert. So of course I have to ask, “So you go to a concert to watch a guy spinning tunes?” I would never do that. I can just go to The Bungalow Bar and listen to a DJ there. Again I got the shake of the head from my daughters. How come I do not know the names of bands or DJs? I listen to Z100 and 103.5.

I am so old that I am obsessed with social media and what kids will do on social media. I think I was a little crazy back in my teenage years (some of my friends still think I am), but never once did I think of taking a Polaroid camera and posing for pictures the way some of these young ladies do. Not once did I ever think about posing sexy and snapping a picture and mailing it to the guy I liked. If you pay attention to the news it happens quite often. Then the young lady is shocked when everyone has seen it. What did she think would happen?

I am so old that I think young ladies should actually wear clothes. I almost crashed my car on Beach 129th Street the other day because I could not believe what a teenager had on. I definitely have underwear bigger than the shorts she had on and I do not know why her parents could not afford a whole shirt. The riskiest we got back in the 80s was tight Jordache jeans. At least I bought a whole pair.

I am so old that I think teens’ cell phones should have rules like our house phones did when we were kids. If our black rotary phone rang during dinner my father would pick it up and immediately hang it up.

I used to gasp wondering who he had just hung up on. And no one would ever call your home after 9 p.m. If your phone rang after that, it was horrible news.

So there goes me being cool. I used to be the cool mom in the carpool who listened to Z100. Now the kids get in and they are all texting and listening to their own music. They do not even care what I have on in the car. I have accepted it.

Have a great week everyone. Stay cool. Follow me on Twitter on BethHanning2. Please I only have 45 followers and that is so not cool.

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