WHAT A BUMMER!
an exclusive feature for grandparentslink.com*
When life gives you lemons, you may not always be able to make lemonade. You’re going to have to take a bite out of that sour fruit and just learn to deal with it. There are times when you just have to accept failure; you learn from it and continue onward. More than likely you have been or will be fired from some kind of job. Many of us have been rejected by someone who filled our hearts with joy only to have that feeling metamorphose into real pain that no medicine can cure. Sometimes life is simply a “bummer.”
It seems that at my current age of life (66) being “bummed out” is something grandkids understand the way Snoop Dog might have understood Alexander Hamilton in conversation. They could converse with each other and most likely be amused at the language and slang the other was using. Can you imagine?
I can’t keep up with the new slang of the millennials. I just discovered that the term “fleek” is no longer in vogue. Fleek became popular in 2003, which would make a person born that year 15 years old now: the perfect age to reject the current vernacular. “Fleek” is out. What a “bummer.”
Words aren’t the only thing that can be thrown into the trash can of the ever revolving door of vernacular slang. Culture and fashion are just as vulnerable. Think about it. When was the last time you wore a poodle skirt or combed your hair like, well… you know who I am referring to here – hint: male, blonde and 70’s, and lives in DC?
I still have a vivid memory of my father attempting to pass down some sage advice. “Steve,” he said, “Rock & Roll is just like the Charleston; it will hang around for a while but, as with the Charleston, Rock & Roll is nothing more than a fad.” I live in Charleston and have yet to see anyone dance like it’s 1923. Now that’s a bummer, because I personally love the idea of all that movement and fast dancing!
For me this entire obsession about what words are in and which words are out, all stem from one obsessive thing: having to think about aging and mortality. You know what they say about taxes and death. If you’re in the top 1%, you don’t have to pay taxes, but you will eventually die. With that in mind, don’t you think it’s about time to throw out those DVD’s you don’t want your kids to discover when going through your stuff after you’re gone? And, perhaps start shredding all your non-imperative paper items. My accountant scans everything I submit for my taxes to the cloud, and the credit card companies and banks keep multiple years of statements. As a matter of fact, as soon as I hit “save” at the end of this paragraph, this article will be in the cloud (in some form or another) for seemingly forever.
That’s one less thing to obsess about while I’m still alive. And you know what, that’s no bummer.
*What a Bummer! is an exclusive feature for Grandparentslink.com by Steven Ziplow, writer & producer, who lives with his wife in Charleston, South Carolina. He enjoys both sides of his “blended family.” As a footnote, he totally loves the idea of aging and pokes fun at it in his writings. His hobbies include acting, tennis, and replacing non-functioning parts of his body with titanium.