Kind of behind last few days on my normal smorgasbord of podcasts and news articles.
Ozzy died. Theo from Cosby Show died. Hulk Hogan died.
When I sent this post, I hadn’t seen the news on The Hulk.
None of those was really a big figure in my life growing up. The Cosby Show was something that was about kind of unobjectionable moral values. WWF was mindless entertainment after learning that it was, largely, scripted. (Though, as an adult, I appreciate more the physical prowess required to do those moves.)
I was listening to a podcast of a national radio show despairing about these things. There was another column from a “right-wing” website with similar despair. I don’t remember whether Adam Curry was similarly-distraught on No Agenda, though he did recount some memories of the rock show in Russia where Ozzy was prominently-featured.
But those media personalities are all born in 1964; the tail end of the Baby Boom.
Rarely have I been so tempted to come back with an “Okay, Boomer” quip.
So, the late-Boomers are trying to meld themselves into Gen X. See the title.
Those of us born 65-79 are in a strange place in history.
Things happen. Deal with it.
Can you even imagine what the response today would be to something like Challenger, Tiananmen, or the Berlin Wall?
WORST. THING. EVER.
There’s not many things I have complete control over, and I just need to try to be the best person I can be.
Again, mixing up the songs of the generations as I’m writing.
Gen X:
And the Boomer anthem popping up randomly in my Apple Music mix:
I don’t. And I can’t.
Why am I so behind on stuff? Medical procedure on Friday. I like Propofol probably more than I ought.