I watched the season premiere of SNL tonight, having recorded it last night. SNL hasn't been funny to me for at least a decade, and I stopped watching it before my first child was born. But tonight, in addition to not finding the show particularly amusing (though it had its moments--Tina Fey makes an eerie Sarah Palin), I felt old. About half the time I didn't get the references to pop culture that were obviously being made, and what's with the new slang? I'd heard (or read) "Oh, snap!" somewhere, but don't know its origins, and the other words I couldn't even figure out how to spell and I couldn't winkle out what they might mean from their context.
Another pointer to my loss of youth--our neighbors had a party for other neighbors and various friends from around town, and I was so happy to have to go home at 9:30 and send the babysitter away (she had to get up for religious school this morning). Not that it wasn't a fine party--it was. Great food, good drink, nice people. But two hours was about all I could take.
It's time I face what I should have known since I was a teenager watching Mystery and Masterpiece Theatre (oh, yeah, and then there was that fascination with Andy Williams): I'm an old fogey, and have been for a long time.