By Andrea Rouda
NOW THAT I am old enough to be called a “senior,” I’m officially out of touch. I don’t have dementia, I still remember who and where I am, what year it is, and sadly, who’s the president, but I don’t recognize anyone but my friends and family. I have no idea who any celebrities are these days, except of course the dead ones, which is both funny and strange because it keeps me out of the loop, what with celebrities being all anyone talks about besides face masks or how bad Donald Trump was, is and certainly will be when he runs in 2024. Like just today I read an article about a man I’ve never heard of or seen before who had a baby with a woman I’ve never heard of or seen, just two weeks after divorcing a different woman I’ve never heard of or ever seen, and it was supposedly shocking news.
That’s the main way I know that I’m old, which is important. Otherwise I’d still feel like my life matters, and as we all know, according to advertisers, movie makers and politicians, it doesn’t really.
—Andrea Rouda blogs at The Daily Droid.