Tick Tock
I was thinking in the shower this morning.
What? Isn't that where everyone does their thinking? Standing under the hot water, focusing on the middle distance, trance-like, just ... thinking?
Anyway I was thinking about Australian Idol and the youngness of some of the little lab rats. Matt Corby, Ben McKenzie and Lana Krost are all 16 or 17 years old. Which is so very very young. Obviously not to the bunch of 14 year-olds who sms-ed their little fingers to the bone voting them into Idol, but to the rest of us they are worryingly young to be encountering such a monster of reality teevee.
So I was pondering the ethics of TV production. As you do when lathering with green tea body wash.
And then I was struck by the realisation that these little children were born in the 1990s. I left high school in 1991. This is earth-shattering. This means I really am old. I mean, I remember the day I realised people born in the 1980s could drive. And vote. And I thought that was scary enough.
This is so much worse...
My own children were born in the 1990s.
*eons pass*
Time does fly doesn't it? It's what it does, moving inexorably onwards, dragging us all with it...
And in a instant I had thought all of this and continued to stare into space as the hot water lulled me into a sense of peace.
Time. It's pretty amazing.
What? Isn't that where everyone does their thinking? Standing under the hot water, focusing on the middle distance, trance-like, just ... thinking?
Anyway I was thinking about Australian Idol and the youngness of some of the little lab rats. Matt Corby, Ben McKenzie and Lana Krost are all 16 or 17 years old. Which is so very very young. Obviously not to the bunch of 14 year-olds who sms-ed their little fingers to the bone voting them into Idol, but to the rest of us they are worryingly young to be encountering such a monster of reality teevee.
So I was pondering the ethics of TV production. As you do when lathering with green tea body wash.
And then I was struck by the realisation that these little children were born in the 1990s. I left high school in 1991. This is earth-shattering. This means I really am old. I mean, I remember the day I realised people born in the 1980s could drive. And vote. And I thought that was scary enough.
This is so much worse...
My own children were born in the 1990s.
*eons pass*
Time does fly doesn't it? It's what it does, moving inexorably onwards, dragging us all with it...
And in a instant I had thought all of this and continued to stare into space as the hot water lulled me into a sense of peace.
Time. It's pretty amazing.
posted by actonb at 4:27 pm
4 Comments:
80's FTW!
There are fewer ways for time to pass more pleasurably than in the shower.
Don't worry about those young'uns. They're just young. Not as awesome as us.
Yep. Uh-hugh. Absolutely.
I have had that exact same shower.
Freaked the living be-jeezus outa me.
mars - to prove just how old I am, I'm going to have to ask you WTF FTW means...
meva - well of course they'll never be as awesome as us. At least, not till they learn that flourescent colours are totally unattractive - they should have learnt from OUR mistakes!
miz - hee - synchronised showers/introspection (and tele-viewing too as it turns out) - works for me!
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