As an old person, I would like to hear from other old people about stuff - let’s make this apparently abandoned lemmy community lively and fun.

I am a ‘boomer’ (according to USA culture) in my society (UK) I am just ‘old’.

According to typical profile of ‘boomers’ by non-boomers we are scum of the earth and spawn of Satan. I am not sure its true but I am intrigued enough to wanna try it!

Here’s my profile: UK citizen, born early 1960s (‘late boomer’), feminist, socialist, environmentalist, vegetarian, and atheist - in all of that stuff was typically the only one in my family/school/community so I was a pioneer/lonely kid. I grew up weird and indefatigable and incorrigible - just like a battleship (a navy joke).

Grew up in poverty. First in my family to go to university - a posh one, had a scholarship, made friends who went on to rule the world (knew future Empress of Japan, knew Prime Ministers, ambassadors, popes, CEOs - all sorts). If you read this, you’re one or two persons away from all the world’s elite. No, I am not elite or rich, sorry, no begging letters please. I worked mainly in STEM but stayed interested in arts and humanities. I am still a Leftist and have gotten Lefter as I got older. I am now retired. Still waiting for the revolution.

Fellow oldies, please introduce yourself, if we hate each other’s politics maybe we can bond over sharing anecdotes about our haemorrhoids?

Let’s be old and loud and make our presence felt - in a good way. If you’re over fifty or feel like it, I invite you to make this your home from home!

  • skytrim@reddthat.comOPEnglish
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    2 days ago

    Whoa! You paint a vivid picture, I feel I’m there!

    Reminds me of my grandparent’s County Durham ‘pit village’. I think the difference in the UK is that we would have signalled interest by twitching net curtains (no one but the priest, bookie, or police seargent had access to a fancy stuff like a telephone) as the stranger passed and afterwards gathering in scandalised huddles, we would be talking in loud whispers about ‘whae’s yhe when ee’s yem?’ (or in posher English, ‘Prithee good neighbour, verily, knowest thou ought of whom this stranger shalt be, whither he cometh, and whence he goeth?’)

    Oh, boy! We’ve come a long way - thank goodness!