Once upon a time there was a misfit who devoured pop-culture.
She was a fan of PEREZ back in the *day* when he was Page Six Six Six (anyone else remember that?).
She used to joked (awkwardly she can now see with that 20/20 vision of hindsight) she had a BA, an M.Ed., and a PhD in Pop Culture with a focus on In Touch Weekly.
She was the one everyone came to when they wanted to know what a certain slang meant or to find out what was happening in Hollywood & Trashtastic Television.
She presumed herself to be a more benevolent TMZ who provided an educated spin on unimportant social subjects.
(yep. you can see where Im headed here right? *what* goeth before a fall?)
Life grew hectic.
Work, family, priorities intervened and interrupted our misfit’s love of the pop culture in a way she never dreamed would happen.
- Perez was replaced by devouring adoption blogs.
- With only enough time to read ONE magazine Star was often passed over for the New Yorker.
- First names like CHER and DEMI began to be associated with their older namesakes and not young, popular whippersnappers.
Still, our misfit clung to the facet of her self -definition which said she was a pop-culture junkie.
She knew this realtor and his KICKS quite well!
Until the fateful day she was brought to an awkward realization thanks to her young, vibrant 20 year old babysitter.
On this day our misfit was feeling particularly hip, current and down with the kids.
I’m super hip these days! She thought. Even our book focuses upon social media and harnesses the power of a hashtag!
Chronologically I may be 45, but inside I could be thirty! Maybe even in my 20s!
As she readied to head off to work (walking as always. she was *so* on the trend of loving Mother Earth that way) she remembered a package she’d received earlier that morning.
You need to see this gift a friend sent me, she told 20 something sitter. It’s so weird. And the tag was still on it, too, so I saw it’s weird AND expensive.
20 something sitter glanced at the sweatshirt and without missing a beat responded:
Yeah, that’s a Beyonce quote. It’s from Flawless.
It was in that moment something inside our sassy little misfit died.
It was in that moment she realized the key difference between pop culture and keeping up with pop culture.
In a way she’d not realized before — as the shift was simultaneously miniscule yet seismic—the fact she kept up with pop culture indicated the culture was no longer her own.
(cue mind-blowing realization which may or may not be profound for non-pop culture junkies)
The difference was huge and yet defined by two short and simple words:
- Do you define yourself as a lover of popular culture? Have you considered whether you’re keeping up or living it?
- Did you IMMEDIATELY know the sweatshirt sported a Beyonce lyric?