The Flintstones are a band down by the river

I know that everyone gets old, and the pop culture of your day becomes the good old days of your children.  I just never thought it would happen to me.  There have just been a number of incidents in the past few weeks that make me feel that my time in the cool and hip generation has passed me by.

The other night at dinner, Andrew was telling us about a YouTube video that his homeroom teacher had shown them in class.  My first clue should have been YouTube.  He said that his homeroom teacher had shown the class a video from a motivational speaker that he thought was very good, and very funny.  He couldn't remember the name of the speaker, but he was fat, had glasses, and talked really loudly.  After a moment of thought, I asked if the motivational speaker "lived in a van down by the river?"  When Andrew replied yes, I said his name was Matt Foley and it was a sketch from Saturday Night Live.

The Grammy Awards were this past weekend and Delaney and Andrew were both very excited about watching all the music stars on TV.  You know, you get to see what the person looks like after you have listened to their music forever.  The preview show was the first indicator as stars walked down the red carpet before the show and I would ask my children each time, "Who is that?  What song do they sing?"  I did recognize some of the people like Mumford and Sons, and Taylor Swift because at this point I think I am the only male over 18 that she hasn't dated in the last month.  On a related note, I didn't recognize Brian Wilson, but that was due to one too many face lifts and plastic surgeries, more than me not being familiar with the Beach Boys.

This week, we were out to dinner and somehow the conversation turned to TV shows and family TV shows.  I asked Andrew if he knew who the Jetsons or the Flintstones.  He said that he did not know the Jetsons, until we show him a clip from YouTube on my iPhone.  However, he did reply with confidence that, "aren't the Flintstones that band that you have a CD in your car?"

The fact that I still listen to a CD player in the car, should have told me that I was a golden oldie already, and I could have figured it out without my kids help.