Guest Boomer Comment

The following was posted as a comment here, but we decided it was worth it's own placeholder, so here it is in all its glory:

From Tina

I'm fighting it kicking and screaming! I'm not going to get old. I'm not going to freak out about how many times we made Barbie DO IT with GI Joe....hey, GI Joe was little, but Manly.

You Boomers have a hella website, which was made possible by fellow SeattleBoomers: Gates and Allen; not by anyone from Tennessee or Arkansas or wherever it is that MarxistBoomerPresidents come from to steal credit from GeekBoomers.

In our part of the woods (literally), we practice zen warfare: a mind-over-matter trick to appear genexed.

Well, at least MY friends do. I have a 54y/o friend who is tatoos from her neck down. And, it looks great. My other friend is a pilates instructor and she just married a hunk who is 10 years younger. (He turned 40 and now we let him sit with us at the Grown-up's table.)

And,yes.... even I, while trying to make up for lost years of druggie haze, finally finished my undergraduate degree. In Social Work. Which is as empowering as a doctorate in Modern Birdcalling. But, I love the instructors who say...Oh, you look so much younger. One Asian TA started treating me with uber-respect and practically bowed to me when I said I was 50...am I on the wrong continent?

So, now that I've shown you my laser-hipness, let me tell you about our infestation in Seattle. All Boomers are completely surrounded by genexers. These creatures must work at MSFT or something. You can't shake yourself free of them, no matter how many you try to stomp with your EarthShoes...they just keep coming back up after you like viscious...sp?...where's the Flippen spell check...like viscious little weiner dogs.

Truly, I have nothing against these overpierced and skinny buggers. They aren't as spoiled as my own little Gen Y Babies, Nordstrom Princess and Soccer Girl. But, when these children who are nothing more than slippery little genexers think that they are cops and that I don't know how to drive at 80mph across a floating bridge...I know that they're out to get me. They're everywhere: Doctors, Ambulance Chasers, Stock Churners, Hardware-Store Managers. And, those are the girls. Acccckkk, the males are nurses. Help.

I know that there is some theory that the universe keeps splitting into more and more alternate universes, but I would like this to stop right now! Would you all please tell my Higher Power to do something immediately before this crisis gets out of control!

OK, OOOHHHHHMMMM. I'm calm again....Maybe someday soon I will write about our girlfriend get-together (I hadn't seen one of them in thirty years). But, I'm afraid you'd have to censor the whole thing...sex at bachelorette parties and things like that.

Oh, Gawwwd! I hear more genexers in the courtyard. Nooooooooooo.