Melodies in your mind

At long last someone is researching the annoying phenomenon of why horrid music like Bon Jovi gets stuck in your head instead of something GOOD.

I'm sure this research will be used as a means of inserting advertising or something equally nefarious into the mind at a subliminal level, but I'd be happy if they could just figure out how to stop annoying loops of "You Give Love A Bad Name".

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Found this site on all the current slang today. Highly amusing and enlightening, as it makes me realize just how far out of the loop I am.

Fact: I am no longer Young and Trendy. To the YandT set I am now safely into Old-Crustie-dom.

And the funny thing is - it's not that bad.

I always feared getting older, not because of the inevitable physical effects of age (wrinkles, gray hair, etc.) but because I thought I'd end up like my parents - out of style, out of touch, and stuck in my ways - you know. OLD.

But it's not been like that. While I'm not up on every fashion/music/whatever trend, I am aware enough to catch myself before I fall into a rut and turn into Early 90's Fashion Cliche. Likewise, I don't chase youth to the degree that I'm a "mutton dressing as lamb" so to speak - at my age I don't WANT to dress like Britney Spears.

Re: music - I lost track of top 40 music ~10 years ago when I started my love affair with techno. While I've not kept up with techno as well as I would have liked (takes much time/effort/energy/attention to really keep up), I'm still aware that new innovations ARE happening.

I also find that I generally give less of a damn about certain things because I have my own interests going on. Sixteenth century social history is infinitely more interesting than the latest NYT bestseller, and I'd rather watch my own quirky/imported/rerun shows than keep up with the latest exploits on Survivor or its equivalents.

The physical age stuff is not so bad - I finally have hips, for one! And I'm certainly in better shape now than I was 10 years ago. When I found my first gray hair the first thing I thought was "great... one less hair to bleach before I dye it [insert bright color here]".

So one of the good things about getting older is caring less and less about staying in style. Still, I will make an effort to keep up with fashion enough so that I don't turn into the 21st century equivalent of these middle aged ladies who STILL have beehives. And I won't refer to Chemical Brothers as a "new" band.