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For the most part, getting old is pretty sucky: Your back hurts. You can’t eat your world-famous triple-onion chili nachos (with extra jalapenos) without needing a bottle of Pepto and gas masks for family members. All the entertainers you’ve loved all your life begin to die. Soon, your playlist is almost entirely comprised of long-dead musicians.
Young people listen to music, hoping to discover exciting new artists. Old people immediately turn the channel if they don’t recognize the song in six seconds. Young people buy flowers ‘cause they’re going on a date, hoping to start a life with someone. Old people buy flowers because someone they know is sick, dying or dead. It’s an entirely different wavelength.
But there are upsides:
For example, you age out of Celebrity Culture. Staying abreast of Hollywood’s antics loses its appeal. The world’s moved on and so have you. Like, when was the last time you confused Tom Selleck with Burt Reynolds? Or Emmanuel Lewis with Gary Coleman? Or gave a rat’s rear-end about some celeb’s lame-brain opinion on current events? Gotta be at least 30 years.
Since PJ Media’s readership is (mostly) north of the Zoomers and Millennials, most of you are blissfully unaware of who or what a Lizzo is. Here’s your primer:
She’s a big musician with a large following. Her music resonates with her fans — and there’s nothing whatsoever wrong with that. (No snark: I’m not gonna yuck someone else’s yum.
