Am I so out of touch? No- it's the children who are wrong.

Preface:
It doesn’t matter who died – the death is not the point of the following story. But I will refrain from mentioning the deceased’s name because unless you were living in a cave –no wait, even if you were living in a cave – you heard about her death, and I don’t want people searching for her name and coming up with my blog. I detach myself completely.

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Towards the end of the workday, the office is suddenly abuzz with the news of a certain “celebrity’s” death. There was an argument as to whether or not the person who broke the news was serious. Of course nobody bothered to check the breaking news to see. My curiosity was piqued, and I had nothing else to do, so I checked. It was, in fact, true. I read the article and got on with my life, trying to block out the incessant chatting of my coworkers.

A while later, my boss comes over and says in a very depressed-robot tone, “Have you heard the news? Though you probably don’t even know who she is.”

I was completely annoyed at this point because I had realized how dependent on this celeb the entire world was. I can’t imagine a more widespread reaction if someone important like the president or the Queen had suddenly died.

But what got me is that even though I don’t care, my boss assumed that I had absolutely no idea who this person was. Because I’ve finally gotten it in their heads that I don’t watch tv, they assume that I have no connection with what’s going on in the world. Nevermind the internet, or newspapers, or magazines, or the fact that I do talk to people. If I don’t watch tv – mainly reality shows, like the one Dead Celeb was on – then I clearly am out of touch with “reality”.

When I explained this to my boss, he said “Well I thought you were like me & don’t read the tabloids.” Oh yes, that would explain why you have no idea who she is either. Oh wait – you brought her up. And I am nothing like you. Don’t ever say that again.

You bitter?
Yup. Bit him too.