Last night on TV (the show was “Community” on NBC) a 40-year old character was complaining about the old fart in his Spanish class; “The guy’s a Baby Boomer!” was all he had to say to get the sympathy of his [mostly younger] fellow community college students. (Hint: youngsters hate seeing old farts wearing the love beads.)
Ouch. Us Baby Boomers are now the culture’s punch line. When did that happen?
So I’m here to call my cohort to action. Specifically: all you mid-life babes.
I was at a function for women over 50 last Tuesday night where the issue was achieving “authenticity” in the second half of our lives. And when I looked around the room, I didn’t see a single grey hair.
I mean, every single woman there had dyed her hair some unconvincing shade of blonde, brunette, or redhead. As if they were trying to prove that what looked good on them in high school STILL looks good 35 years later. No,no,no,no: it doesn’t work with culottes and bell bottoms and platform shoes and it doesn’t work with HAIR.
How can we even begin to get “authentic” , or hold our heads high in spite of ridcule from whippersnapper Gen-X, if we don’t have the guts to flaunt our real hair?
Grey is so Punk. Kids these days should look at our silver badge of courage and wish they could be so FIERCE.
By the way, I’ve been letting my freak flag fly for four years now and I love it. All I need is a few more of you to join me and we can start a movement.