Uncategorized / 10.28.2011
Why Un-Cool Is The New Rule
My son gave me “the look” for the first time the other day. You know the one I’m talking about — where, with one exasperated roll of the eyes, your once sweet, adoring child conveys the message that you are hopelessly, irredeemably … un-cool.
My first reaction was denial. My son must have been directing his eye-roll at some older, lamer dad sitting behind me because — me — un-cool? That just wasn’t possible.
I was the first kid in fifth grade to wear a Members Only jacket. I started listening to U2 while other kids my age were still singing “Row Your Boat,” and I can quote long passages of The Breakfast Club by heart. Only a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie could fail to see how “with it” I am. Besides, I was a champion eye-roller myself as a teen, acutely aware of, and suitably mortified by, every un-cool thing my parents said, did and wore. Surely, I hadn’t become exactly like them.
Then it hit me: The Breakfast Club is almost 30 years old (likely to be seen next on Turner Classic Movies), the guys in U2 will soon be AARP-eligible and the only remaining members of that once-cool jacket club are grandfathers who have combed the clearance racks at TJ Maxx.