Stop and think. When was the last time you heard someone say, Jiminy Crickets? Probably never for most. How about my stars, land sakes or dag-nab-it? Same story.
The list just goes on: holy cow, groovy, nifty, fudge, dingbat, wigged out, loony bin, crackpot, spruced up, gussied up, do-hickey, mull over, floozy and doozy.
And we can't forget such phrases as the emperor has no clothes, they drank the Kool-Aid, he was three sheets to the wind and she has toys in the attic.
The divide between the language of my generation and today's vernacular leaves a lot to be desired. I can't overhear my granddaughter chattering away with her friends, because she's texting.
Even if I could see what she's saying, I'd probably have a hard time deciphering acronyms, like LOL, BRB, GF, NOUB and PAW. Since I don't use these myself, I'm not quite sure, but I think LOL mean lots of laughs or lots of love, BRB is be right back, GF stands for girlfriend or good friend, NOUB is none of our business and PAW might be parents are watching.
The differences between today's youth and the rest of us have been widely reported. Guess that's because we who deliver the news have enough institutional memory to point out the sharp contrasts.
A popular delineation of increasingly wide generational divides is the "Mindset List," compiled and released each year around the time 18-year-olds leave home for college.
Among my favorites of the 75 ways the college graduation Class of 2016 worldview differs are…
This latest crop of whippersnappers has always lived in cyberspace and is addicted to new 3G, 4G electronics that are on the market every six months or so. They haven't a clue what certain Bible phrases mean, nor the stories behind them, like forbidden fruit, the writing on the wall, good Samaritan, turn the other cheek, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, ask and you shall receive and the Promised Land.
With luggage on wheels, this generation can't imagine carrying a suitcase. Since all they know are MP3s and iPods, they don't listen to music on a car radio and really have no use for any kind of radio at all. Remember when transistor radios with long extended antennae hit the market?
Consider the icons on iPads and iPhones – a floppy disc for save, an image of an ancient telephone receiver to make a call and a snail mail envelope for email. Strangely paradoxical, don't you agree?
Their parents, and maybe even their grandparents, have never owned a set of hard-bound encyclopedias.
Rolling their eyes, this generation impatiently reminds their elders that CDs and DVDs are not tapes, records or albums. Before purchasing a textbook, they don't think twice about doing a Google search to rent the book or buy it as an e-book.
It's hard to imagine that the college graduating Class of 2016 grew up without Romper Room and don't have the foggiest notion what it is.
Ask anyone born since 1997, they'll say with complete conviction that history has always had a channel and they almost always watch television programs everywhere but on a TV.
Expanding on the "Mindset List," I've noticed a dark twist to the language of today's pop culture. A good performance or something grand is described as sick. Impressive, beautiful, maybe even gorgeous is considered a killer. A perfect example was when my 20-something neighbor first stepped through the gate to our picket-fenced yard, she exclaimed, "Wow, you have a killer flower garden!"
If it were not for her oohs and aahs, I would have thought my garden was overgrown and weedy.
While you mull this over, I wish a killer of a week, one that is filled with many sick moments. LOL. BRB.