ammogirl

You know, I do not think I’m an uncool parent. In fact, I sometimes don’t feel like a parent at all - and before anyone out there thinks I’m of the “my kids are my friends” mindset, I’m not. No, it’s just sometimes 35 still seems…so far away, not NOW. I’m flattered by the fact that not only does my weeks-away-from-being-13 year old daughter wear the same size clothes as I do, she actually wants to wear them. Flattered, and annoyed…god, it’s not funny to want to wear something specific, only to find it scrunched up in the bottom of a laundry basket. Point is, I don’t feel old, and I don’t feel uncool.

Now, today I had to pick up Lindsey’s best friend’s sister and HER friend from base, because of vehicular difficulties on their side, and also because of the fact that I’m such a giving person who volunteers for these kinds of things…ha ha ha. Anyhow, I had to pick them up, so Lindsey, her friend D and I all piled in the car and off we went. Almost immediately, Lindsey wanted to switch my iPod with hers, even though half of my songs are from HER library. I was like, honey, that’s silly, if you don’t like a song, just change it. Because, hi, nearly the same music, minus the really horrible hip-hop, plus some really great techno and eighties. Hands down, I have the better playlist, right?

We picked up D’s sister plus friend with no problems. Things were going really well, but I know my daughter, so I understood when she skipped over the Rolling Stones. I’ll admit I winced a little when she bypassed the Erasure, but got over it quickly…but when the first notes of “Roam” by the B-52s came on, and she got a panicked look on her face and said quietly “Can we PLEASE PUT ON MY IPOD NOW” I was horrified! You guys! The B-52s? Are UNCOOL? REALLY? What has the world COME TO? Clearly, I AM getting old, because back in MY day, the B-52s were on a level of quirky cool that I could only DREAM about achieving. How can they now be OLD PERSON MUSIC?

…sighhh. I made her leave it on, because we were literally two minutes from our destination. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she tried to sink completely into her seat, and totally disassociated herself with the entire world. Did I feel bad for her? Absolutely not. I did shed an internal tear, however, for the passage of time and for the state of music. Soon, one of my children will try and tell me Depeche Mode’s classic Master and Servant is nowhere near as good as Mims-This is Why I’m Hot and I swear…I will disown them.

I swear I will.

Tschuss!!