Me too! 1977 baby here. Thank God I was in highschool in the 90's.

I don’t believe this stupid promposal thing has reached Canada yet, thank God.

Seriously, I feel like Grandpa Simpson these days

Jesus. Way to make me feel ancient.

We have all kinds of people now who are rich and famous (mostly sort of rich and sort of famous) for doing absolutely nothing but being themselves, and a lot of the time, they’re horrible people. Maybe it’s harder now to see the appeal of being something other than a celebrity.

I know I’m old, but I just can’t understand the self-obsession of it all. Why do people think anyone else is remotely interested in their prom proposals, or marriage proposals, or weddings, or anniversaries, or birthdays? By all means, have a good time, but stop pretending you’re some sort of celebrity on a reality…

78, and YES.

It’s ok, some of us were just born old.

Over the top weddings, over the top proms, next will be homecoming, I guess....does anyone else ever wonder if all of this “make a big deal about everything” societal pressure is due to some shadowy cabal of evil marketing specialists, driving people to spend more and more effort and time (and money) on complete…

Yes. Well that and the bone loss.

I think this is what being sensible is. But then again, I only even clicked this headline in order to come down here and yell at a cloud.

Oh hunny...just you wait

Don’t forget to shake your stick... I have a shaking stick

jesus I’m 25 and even I’m shaking my fist, grumbling about Youths under my breath.

Aren’t you like 21? No, YOU shut up, little brother.

No kidding! I don’t know how young people today live with the pressure of having to make everything such a big goddamned deal. That’s not old guy sarcasm; I’m sincere about it.

I can’t with these promposals. It’s fucking ridiculous. Too much pressure on a boy to come up with something over the top; too much pressure for a girl to accept a date she might not want because some guy has put in a lot of effort. Awkward phone calls are sweet. Getting a note passed in class asking you to prom is…

I have never, ever, ever been happier to have been born in 1977 than I am after reading this.

That’s why I’m burnin up for this woke bae.