On Friday, I had a wonderful lunch with my friend Jessica, and her colleague, Lisa. Jessica started a snazzy job at Fremont Area Community Foundation and it's the first time in a long while we have had a chance to catch up.
While we had loads of fun and laughter, we discovered that there was a gap.
A big gap.
Lisa is close to my age and the conversation quickly turned to hysterical lines from funny movies made just a few years ago ... Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, anything Mel Brooks/Gene Wilder/Madeline Kahn. We were laughing so hard, we were crying.
Jessica just looked at us. These lines and our side splitting laughter made absolutely no sense to her. Surely we can't be THAT old, can we? Sigh. I think we are.
I spoke to a class earlier in the week and used the term, "broken record." It occurred to me after the fact that it is quite probable that no one in that room had ever used a record. Or a record player. 45 RPM or 33 RPM would be anomalies. So records that skip, hence the broken record, may be known as an idiom, yet they would never have experienced having a scratch on their Alan Parsons Project album that caused it to repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Until I lifted up the needle and advanced it.
I might say the same about cc and bcc fields in email. While everyone knows what they are for email, I know that our younger employees most probably have never used carbon paper to type letters or make copies. Wouldn't know a bcc typed on a letter. May not even know what the cc and bcc really mean.
I can safely say that we should add these to the long list of issues facing the multi-generational work force. Perhaps a few Mel Brooks films could go a long way breaking down some barriers.