This has nothing to do with skepticism but I wrote it on my personal blog the other day and got a lot of comments and emails so I figured it might stir up some interesting conversation here. I’ve heard people say in the past that skeptic meetings are often filled with a bunch of gray haired old people, but that seems to have been changing over the past few years. I think I’m the oldestÂ Skepchick blogger, although I’m pretty sure we have 2 or 3 readers who are older than I am. Anyway, this is to follow up on Rebecca’s age post.
I hesitate to write this because I don’t want any of my older friends to read it and get mad at me, but the old people around me are dragging me down. I am tired of hearing people complain about sex on TV (I mean the Sopranos is so old news already), about the way popular music sucks, about how all the movies are made for and marketed to young kids, and so forth. Those are all the things I like! I love that taboos are being broken on TV. I like music by young, hip artists — including some hip-hop. I am quite sure that most of the movies I like best are targeted toward 19 year old boys. What’s wrong with me? I don’t think I’m having a mid-life crisis. My tastes have always been this way. I love change. I love the future. I love the way young people reinvent themselves with every generation. No, I don’t want to be young again. There’s too much pain and anxiety involved. But I find people who are younger than me, people in their 30s and 20s, to be much more energizing and fun than people in their 60s. My older friends were around to experience the 1960s and many claim to have been hippies. What the hell happened to them to make them turn into such conservative (not politically) old farts? I need some more younger friends. The closer I get to 50, the less I want to let myself turn old. No, I don’t want to act my age. I guess someday I might look my age, but there’s nothing I can do about that (or rather, probably nothing I will do about that). But I sure as hell can stop myself from turning into grandma. I know some of my older friends feel the same way but for the most part, they’re not pulling it off. I hope that’s not bad news for me. Sigh.Â
So, to tie it back to the beginning and make it about skepticism, what can we do to keep from turning into old farts and to keep the skeptic movement young, fresh, and fun?