Case in point.
*First let me preface, we are not preggers. This was just a random, it's slow, let's talk about everything under the sun kind of day.
M: Have you and your husband thought of baby names?
Me: Yes, but the hubby doesn't like me telling people because he thinks they'll steal them.
M: What are they?
Me: Ok, fine. Girl, I like Rhiannon, but the hubby does not.
M: Where did you come up with that name? I like it.
Me: It was a Fleetwood Mac song.
M: Who is Fleetwood Mac?
Me: You know, Stevie Nicks.
M: Never heard of him.
Me: ...........................................
I realized that day that I want my future children to grow up with an appreciation of all things 70s, 80s, and 90s. Ok, not all things. But here are some of the tops that they must know/love/own.
The Brat Pack
Moral of the story? I'm old. And I still wish I had held on to my jelly shoes!
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ReplyDeleteHow can she not know who Stevie Knicks is? I know, and I was born in '90!
ReplyDeleteI also grew up on Molly Ringwald movies, though.
HAHAHAHA! Ok I just found that really funny. Kind of like that line in "Clueless" when Christian asks Cher if she likes Billie Holiday and he says "I love him."
ReplyDeleteIt just hit me that the person you're talking about in this story might not know what "Clueless" is...
I love this. And agree completely.
ReplyDeleteMy nieces didn't know what a record was. WTF.
We're not old, they're just uncultured and uneducated in the awesome ways of the 80's and 90's. That's how I see it ;)
ReplyDeletemy husband and i go over baby names all the time, just for fun!! it's hard to come up with boy names!
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