Being of a certain age, I take offense at being called a "senior."
Since I'm a half century away from being enrolled in a school, I find it
to be inappropriate, but of course the real offense is the carefully
crafted image of anyone over 65 as a doddering, inept, technophobic
imbecile. For years, Mammon, in full knowledge of my age (and everything else about me)
has been sending me advertisements for burial insurance, walk in
bathtubs, old age homes and most annoyingly, special idiot phones
designed for people held to be less able to make phone calls than those
"tech savvy" younger people who rarely can tell a NAND gate from a
flip-flop, a J-FET from a Unijunction or a beam tetrode from a tea
caddy.
In my experience most of those TS people
couldn't tell you how any of their prized electronics work, but that's
another matter. Yes, of course more people of my age are in poor health
and some have passed away, but the 70 and 80 year old folks in my circle
of friends hardly fit the image designed to make the young and inept
feel as superior as apparently they need to do. Not only do few of us
have problems with our smart phones, many have had careers designing
complex equipment. Friend Walter helped design and launch the first
communications satellites, Friend Will helped design the Lunar lander
and other fellow codgers of my acquaintance are building a private
wireless network using old WiFi routers so that we can phone each other
outside the apparatus of the phone companies. All of us of course enjoy
being talked down to by 15 year olds who assume we're unable to
comprehend the miracle of text messaging. PSK, RTTY, PACTOR? Huh? Wazzat?
Sometimes
I think I'm of the last generation that knows how things work, but
wait, there's more. Yes, I design and build electronic equipment for
fun. Yes, I still ride a heavyweight motorcycle, I still navigate a
yacht crammed with electronic equipment and I know people in their 90's
who do as well: who build and race cars and fly planes. Of course some
don't, but who the newborns choose as a comical stereotype has more to
do with ego boosting than reality -- and age being the last socially
acceptable characteristic to mock.
So if you will
forgive my digression, I have to turn my ire toward those that
corporation named so aptly for a fruit, for making "special" iPads for "seniors." Your day will come. Some kid now stinking up his diapers will in a few years time, joke about you wearing diapers, call you a Senior and ask in a loud voice if you know how to use something you invented.
Study finds steady decrease in sperm counts from 1938 to 1992:
ReplyDelete“[Professor Niels Skakkeback, a Danish scientist, and his team] reviewed 61 international studies involving 14,947 men between 1938 and 1992. They found that the average sperm count had fallen from 113 million per millilitre in 1940 to 66 million in 1990.”
From ashes to ashes,
Diapers to diapers,
And lust to dust --
Whippersnappers
May be impudent;
But I reply in disgust:
“Your time may come;
But I’m older and wiser,
And my sperm count
Is higher.”
Hmmm - is that the result of snapping one's whipper? Just askin'
ReplyDeleteIn short, a blast from the past, the one word uttered to Dustin Hoffman in the The Graduate that would secure his future: PLASTICS! The estrogen-mimicking compounds in plastic account for lower sperms counts and rising levels of male infertility. Famine, pestilence and war alone will not bring on the Zombie Apocalypse, but plastics will.
ReplyDeleteOne for the Swash Zone archive: this song.
ReplyDeleteOne of the greatest movies of its time, Dr. Strangelove, used that song in the closing scene, as the world was being consumed by thermonuclear doomsday devices.
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