I remember when Saturday Night Live was really funny. Remember Eddie Murphy in Mr. Robinson's Neighborhood? Kill da landlord! Remember the fun we had watching that? I watch SNL occasionally, and I only get parts of it. I am out of touch. You have to be up on current events and pop-culture to understand.
I remember when I could watch an awards show and sing every lyric with every artist. If I didn't like the artist, I still knew what they sang. I don't know many of these "artists." I'm out of touch. You have to listen to more than one station to understand.
I remember when I could dress to fit in. We didn't have enough money to own all of the latest fashions, but Sears Surplus was a blessing, and my parents always made sure that we had enough to work with. I wore the purple eye shadow, pegged my jeans, owned some leg warmers, and did some radical 80's stuff. Now, if it weren't for t-shirts and jeans, I wouldn't know what to wear. I'm out of touch. You have to read fashion magazines to understand.
I am out of touch. I don't understand. I'm OK with that. It's just that I get slapped in the face with it when I watch something like the People's Choice Awards. I'm a grandma at the age of 39, I hate to shop, and I get into a rut when it comes to the TV and radio that I like. I'm OK with all that. You have to be me to understand.