demographic approprite epitaph


this cartoon was spawned by a blog post I did about two funny articles pitting the olds against the youngs in exciting and innovative new ways! My favorite thing about people who get really wrapped up in age debates is that old people always forget that they were once young, and the young folk cannot fathom that they will someday be old. But I tell you what, I cannot wait to be old. I’m going to wear sweater vests and knit and bake muffins and actually I probably won’t do any of those things but I’m sure I’ll still be watching CSI. I mean, no, nevermind, I don’t watch CSI. Just forget about it.

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16 thoughts on “demographic approprite epitaph”

  1. I want to play bridge, watch “Murder, She Wrote” and meet up with other seniors at the Jack-In-The-Box every morning to talk about my current pharmaceutical regimen.

  2. I’m looking forward to sitting on my porch and chucking crabapples at neighborhood children. I suppose that means I’ll have to buy a house, and grow a crabapple tree. But renting is so much easier… and one has a higher chance of actually being found dead while still smelly and before becoming a desiccated cat-eaten chunk of meat in an apartment. Ah decisions….

  3. Personally I can’t wait to dress like Bea Arthur and tell everyone to get off my lawn. Oh, and eat dinner at Denny’s at 4 in the afternoon every Wednesday.

  4. I already crab at my little siblings about the bygone days of yore when there was mere scuttlebutt of the coming “Information Superhighway” and hookers cost a nickle. My one consolation for the future is that Segway Polo will never be cool.

  5. Damn, I already act old. I crochet, bake delicious treats and enjoy early dinner. I’m prepping well for being old.

  6. I was once told that I’m a hipster merely because of my tendency to wear skinny jeans. I find that unfair.

  7. It’s crazy how “old” just sort of sneaks up on you. One moment you’re making zines, playing video games, and complaining about “the man.” And then a little later, you catch yourself thinking about how cool it is just to sit and relax in a really comfortable easy chair, and watch the weather channel. Surprising and depressing at the same time.

  8. I have been a crotchety old man since I was about 14. I’ve always hated the young people.

    I’m trying to come up with the right rhyme for this– the hipster equivalent of “He who smelt it dealt it”, which is to say those who protest being hipsters the most may in fact be the hipster-est. “He who decries it, supplies it?” “She who scoffs at it, ROFLs it?” I’m trying too hard. Help, please. “He who declines it, refines it?”

  9. I act old. During an (increasingly frequent) cup of tea I am likely to:
    1. Say “lovely stuff” and rub my hands in glee
    2. Have a scone
    3. Ask my tea partner if the youth have to wear their jeans like that.
    Also I wear a cardie and I call it that… me in a home

  10. I remember my very first “old” moment like it was yesterday. I was at a radio station concert, this band came out and they were called “Therapy?” and I said, out loud and unironically, “What kind of name is that for a band?”

    The sad thing is that the concert was 14 years ago. Allen Ginsburg even made an appearance.

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