That little black spot on my arm? Yeah, that’s a splattered bug. First casualty of the season. The really good news is that it was warm enough to go without arm warmers today!
60 F and sunny. Thank the Lord! I smiled the whole sixteen miles today.
Sunday through today: 136.74 miles. It’s going to be a GREAT year.
I never would have thought the words, “Nothing says over 40 like” would hurt. I am over 40, happily so. I make no apologies for skipping out on silly fashion statements that shout, “I respect no one, including myself”. Fashion statements that might make me a little more hip, yet silly at the same time. For example, the saggy pants syndrome, ear gauges and tattoos where they show (neck, forearms, etc.).
Alas, the fella who writes PEDALworks wrote a post in which he mentioned single-spacing after a period. In the comment section, I inquired about the reasoning behind the single-space. He hadn’t replied as of this morning so I Googled a string that included “single space after period” and got this post:
I actually got misty in my left eye. No shit, solid as a rock me. I can remember making fun of my long-since-passed dad about his being over 40. Now I’m that guy. Dammit, when did that happen? The thoughts flashed through my head pretty quickly but they lingered as I read on. It turns out that we now single-space because a word processor spaces letters more evenly than a typewriter, what I learned to type on, did. Two spaces is so automatic that I didn’t even realize I used two in that first paragraph. I did in this one too.
In any event, the author’s snark (snark that I use a lot btw) earned her some pretty stiff rebukes in her comments section. Enough that she wrote another mea culpa post bemoaning her mistake, “ageism” and so forth. Humorously, I knew reading the first post that the author was over forty… How could you be “ageist” if you throw yourself under the bus and are simply writing a humorous post about single-spacing after a period!? I digress.
Her post went viral and that brought the pissy-pants crowd out of the woodwork. See, I was emotionally effected by the title. I may be an awesome forty but I’m still forty. I was, much as I’d rather dismiss it, affected by the post.
And therein lies the rub.
However, that’s not the end of the story. Since when have we become such a silly, pants-wetting lot that for someone to poke a little fun becomes an egregious error? Ageism?! Firing someone simply because they’re old could be ageism – assuming of course, the old fella isn’t hitting on everything under 40 in a skirt. Poking fun at the fact that there exists a group of adults who learned how to type on a typewriter is plain-old funny – even if that bus rolls over me too.
This claiming of politically correct moral high-ground for the simple joy of ripping someone a new ass is getting way out of hand – I touched on this in a post about holding the door open for ladies the other day… The sad truth is, it says more about one who would claim indignation for things so trivial than it does about the original author.
Write on Jennifer, you got me.
And before you head to the comments section to complain, I did a stretch as a bed wetter as a kid. Touché bitches.