This Thing Called A Generation Gap

I’ve never been more aware of the generation gap between me and my parents than the other night when we were all watching Dancing With the Stars.  While I suppose that I know that there is certain music they won’t know about because of our preferences, and well that thing called age, I’ve never really paid that much attention to the differences.  Especially since I happen to like most of the music my parents like, and my parents tend to enjoy at least half of what I like.

Ah, but last Tuesday night, I got to have a good laugh at the age difference.

So there we were watching DWTS (we all abbreviate it if we are fans) and Gilles Marini and Peta Murgatroyd had just gotten the music for their ‘Guilty Pleasure’ team free dance.

Drum roll please……

It was ‘Gangnam Style’ by Psy.  Gilles was psyched and as he expressed this, I busted up laughing.  But only me.  My parents were just looking at me wondering why I found it so funny.  Then to have Shawn Johnson and Derek Hough get the song “Call Me, Maybe’ by Carly Rae Jepson just added to the hilarious factor.  So yeah, I had to explain both to my mother, though my father did know about the Carly song.

I was laughing so hard because I knew this song, though I have yet to actually watch the music video for “Gangnam Style”.  I know enough to find it funny. I know enough to be current with pop culture.  And I finally am the one having to explain things to my parents instead of the other way around.

It’s weird, but it’s also kind of funny. I never really gave it much thought as to the gap in ages.  I tend to relate to much older people, since I spent more time around adults than people my own age growing up.  While I do tend to have my ‘young’ moments, I love my green nail polish…, I relate better to an older generation.

Except with some things.  Then it’s all me and people with my age group.

And we like things Gangnam Style…. I think.

Signing off

~Kate

I Want To Dance With Somebody

It’s true.  I admit it completely and somewhat proudly. I am a fan of Dancing With The Stars.  I suppose that you could pretty much say that being a woman = DWTS.  I have gotten sucked into the world of spray tans, glitter, and lots of bare male chests this season.  And like every season, I find myself wishing I could be on the show.  No, not an audience member… I mean, I want to dance!  Get my groove going.

“]Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured ...For those who don’t know me, getting my groove on is laughable.  I do not have a groove.  My mother tried to teach me rhythm….  “I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music, I’ve got my man, who could ask for anything more” was not a motto I could use.  In all reality, I don’t got it.  But, I’m dying to dance!  I love music, and I love watching dancing. 
I know I could be brilliant on that show.  Give me Maksim, Derek, or Mark, and I’ll kill the competition.  (Yes, I know I’m delusional.  Isn’t there something that says not to mess with my delusions?)

Well, I may never be on the show.  I may never take dance lesson, though if I ever have the opportunity, I am going to.  I may never find a use for dancing.  But I still love it.  And my one way to really enjoy it is listening to music and putting a specific dance to it.  Tonight I was thinking about the song “Young Turks” by Rod Stewart.  It would make a killer jive.   Eric Clapton’s “River of Tears” would be an amazing waltz.  That is how I think about dancing.  Putting dances to favorite songs. 

And this is coming from someone who can’t read music, very well.  My mother tried to get me to play the piano.  Ah yes, I was a very willful child, and I did not get math.  I was doomed.

So, I may never play music.  I may never dance.  But I can write, so I guess all’s not lost.  But I love dancing, and music, and combining the two makes DWTS one of my favorite shows.   I can’t even claim it as a guilty pleasure because I don’t feel guilty watching it.

Signing off
~Kate