Screw you, young folk. I’m still relevant.
Today, my 9-year old daughter shows me this picture of an upgrade avatar on the ipad game, Subway Surfer and says (and I quote):
“Mom, I don’t know what he’s holding but it costs a lot of coins so it must be really powerful.”
That’s a boombox, you little shit Gen Z’er. It’s as powerful as shoulder pads, Jane Fonda’s aerobic VHS tape and parachute pants, all rolled into one middle-aged Mom body.
Gag me with a spoon. I’m not that old.
Am I?
You daughter’s lack of familiarity with the boom box (aka ghetto blaster) may have less to do with her age than her environs or her Mom’s reluctance to send her to breakdance lessons at the Walpole VFW — a mistake my Mom did not make.
Ha! Sounds like we grew up in the same household. Oh wait. I think we did!