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!
I’m also old but nice to see I’m not the oldest around here ('66)
Well, old as well. But hello. I am at the border of definition between boomer and generation X. Located around the US western south. Hate the constant heat. Recently, i discovered my love for french bands. (again) and probably will learn french (for fun). Do follow politics well but i am not left nor right. I feel ok in the middle. This is my first time on Lemmy. There are many things that give me headaches at the moment and worries. Hope everyone is well. btw. music is my escapism. And no, i haven’t died yet. Can happen. Someday.
i’m not old i’m experienced thank you!
WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! BLEW OUT MY HEARING AT CONCERTS IN THE EIGHTIES AND NINETIES!
Yeah, I know that gag is old, and that’s the point ;)
I’m more middle-aged than old, but you’re not really old either. But I bloody well feel old, and I’m grumpy, so I’m claiming the title.
70s baby here. US, southern Appalachians area, so that first decade of life, I saw some shit lol.
Yeah, I reckon 60 is the new 40. And I don’t even feel 40. I still feel like I felt when I was 16 and at punk rock concerts so in my head I am a baby still but if people call me old, I’ll play along just for the giggles. I fancy being a grumpy old timer like grandpa in the Simpsons - ‘I wore a 40lb beard of bees’ style. Ha!
Appalachians - am I right to be thinking about that movie with the banjo music right now? Deliverance, or some such title?
Ooh boy! My family were coal miners and railway workers, life was pretty tough in remote rural mining villages. I think I can guess what sorta childhood you had. Been there, done that, we got the same t-shirt?
Well, the section of the Appalachians where deliverance was set is further south, but we do love some bluegrass lol. That’s the basic look of the region though, out away from towns and cities. Lots of green, and some really insular people. Even in my town, where we’ve got a decent population (over 10k now, though it was closer to 5k growing up), folks are insular as hell. A stranger trying to walk through my neighborhood, there’s going to be phone calls made and people watching all up and down the street lol. Not as much butt rape as the movie made out though. Not sure if that’s good or bad
And, yeah I’m not in coal country myself, by my grandfather, his dad, and most of his dad’s brothers either worked mines at some point, or did wildcatting.
The last show I went to, almost everyone was an infant. I’m looking around, watching the mosh pit, and there’s a handful of dudes my age looking at it too, either wishing they could jump in, or glad they aren’t expected to.
It’s kinda weird for me. Inside my head, I don’t really think old, as in it still feels like the same me, just with some experience. Big,but I also feel really old because of all that experience.
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!
