I don’t mean that you should buy yourself flowers and take yourself out to dinner and a movie, although sometimes that might not be a bad idea. No, I’m talking about dating yourself by revealing something that tells everyone how old you are.
It started off simple enough. I was driving home from work and heard a song. This song to be exact:
When I got home, I was talking with my sister-in-law who’s 2 years younger than me, my brother who’s 6 years younger than me, and my cousin who’s 17 years younger than me (meh, that hurts to say). Anyway, I mentioned this song. The first time I heard it, I was in my very first semester in college riding around in my sister’s Camry with my best friend and one of her friends. We pumped up the bass, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof and jammed.
We knew all the words to the song and sang them loudly and badly. Especially the line I know what Bo don’t know. In mentioning this to my sister-in-law, we started talking about the amazing Bo Jackson. My cousin…my very young cousin, piped up with: Who’s Bo Jackson?
We were aghast. How could she not know Bo Jackson? I mean…he was BO JACKSON! We rushed to fill in the details explaining that he was the first athlete to become an All-Star football player and baseball player. He was…awesome! Everyone knew Bo Jackson if not from sports, then from the Nike commercials.
It wasn’t until we’d filled her head with all of this information that she looked at us and said, I wasn’t born until 1994…Teenagers are so impossibly snarky.
Shee-yeah, okay…we all shut up because how can you argue with that? Man. It made us all feel old. Oh sure, we know we’re not spring chickens anymore, but still, it didn’t seem that long ago!
On another note, the Hot Stepper song was used in the very fabulous movie Pret-A-Porter (Ready to Wear). I love this movie. Simply love it. It was so…weird and funny. I have to buy it now *sigh*. I suppose this movie might have been a precursor to my infatuation with Project Runway becuase as I’ve mentioned before, I am so not a fashionista. I shop Saks Fifth Avenue for my characters, picking things I’d see them in, but I can only dream of wearing clothes from there.
Now I’m off to shop for my heroine (who is a clothes whore) and pretend I’m not approaching the years when I start saying something like, When I was your age…
Mais, that’s not gonna be pretty!
Have you dated yourself recently?