Tuesday, October 19, 2010

When did "old" come to mean "stupid"?

I'm old. I admit it - no sense not to; my birth certificate and the wrinkles on the backs of my hands tell the truth - no matter how much makeup I wear to hide the telltale crow's feet, around my eyes, and the marionette lines around my mouth, they are quickly becoming Grand Canyon crevices. I can't escape it.

It used to be, however, that "old" equated to mature, seasoned, and worthy of "elder" status, as defined by ancient natives - exalted, wise, and knowledgeable. But in the generations since my childhood, things have changed.

It figures. Just when I thought I'd be able to enjoy my seniorhood and impart tales of wisdom and wit to the young'uns. I am instead, passed over for jobs I could do in my sleep, my pay is lowered practically to minimum wage, I'm dismissed as not knowing anything about anything, even though I have 20+ years of experience in my chosen field(s), and in general, treated like an idiot.

When did "old" become "stupid"?

I am tired. Tired of beating my head against the proverbial wall trying to provide insights and ideas gleaned from decades of professional experience that would make a difference. Now I'm being waved away like an annoying, persistent gnat.

And then they wonder why old people these days sit around and talk about the "good ol' days," with seemingly little interest in today's world. We've been discarded and we have nothing else to do.

Always writing,