I promised myself that I would not turn into one of those parents who were completely out of touch with pop culture and ignorant of the latest trends. I didn’t want to be an ‘old person’ who dressed practically and wore comfortable shoes – and did appalling and offensive things like wear socks with sandals! And, yet here I am 20 years later, out of touch with pop culture and mostly ignorant of the latest trends.
The only radio I listen to is NPR and the classical station. I prefer Bach over Beyonce. I couldn’t tell you what Miley Cyrus is up to, what she sings, or if she is still relevant. And I don’t care. This is the benefit of aging – with age you cultivate useful apathy.
When you’re young, you feel apathetic towards ‘adult’ stuff – like managing money and time. When you’re a 30-something, you become apathetic towards ‘kid’ stuff like keeping up with slang words or the latest social media craze.
When my parents would listen to 20-year old music and dance haphazardly around the house, I’d often silently judge them for being so… old.
And now, I’ve become my parents. I listen to music from the 80’s and dance haphazardly around the house – luckily my son is only five, so he doesn’t quite understand how uncool I actually am. Instead, he joins in with me, bouncing around without a care or rhythm.
I’m hoping that my son doesn’t change too dramatically. I don’t want him to develop an obsession with trends and feel as if he must keep up with music and technology to fit in. I don’t want him to feel as if he has to conform to the world. And I certainly don’t want him to think that his life must consist of an abundance of things to matter.