The other day, I read that the Super Bowl’s organizers booked the Red Hot Chili Peppers for the halftime show in order to appeal to an older audience. This is one of those “Gosh, I feel old” moments.

I really do hope Gen X doesn’t get as insufferable as the Boomers about getting old, and besides, getting old should not be viewed as somehow inherently bad. Some of the most awesome people in entertainment (where youth might as we be actual currency, like Bitcoin) aren’t exactly spring chickens (cough, Maggie Smith).

Of course, then you see some proof that an icon of your youth has marched through time at the same rate as you, and you can’t help but feel the weight of a few years. I’m talking, of course, about the baby on the cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind (h/t Maredith): Continue reading →