I don't understand the allure of "owling". We're doing deep knee bends in the name of whimsy? Shenanigans.
Next up, fanciful lunges and capricious squat-thrusts. And probably something involving chin-ups. Whimsical chin-ups.
I read it six times trying to figure out what she was talking about, then actually had to google "owling." Owling?? What is that?? Google informed me that "owling is the new planking." Planking?? What on earth? I don't even know what the old planking is! And there's already a new planking?
So then I tweeted that I'd had to google these things and I felt old and out of touch.
Then THIS happened:
my MOTHER: "I knew what owling and planking were before you did."
me: "Oh thanks. Now I'm infinitely more pathetic than originally suspected."
mom: "It was on the news."
So. I'm not young or cool enough to just know what these things are, and I'm not grownup enough to watch the news on a regular basis.
Sidenote: Who watches the news? Isn't that why we have the Internet, so we can read the news when we're supposed to be working and spend our valuable TV time watching Tosh.0 and random airings of Encino Man?
Side-sidenote: Yes, as a matter of fact I am watching Encino Man right now. Don't judge. It's a classic. You know it is.
So I'm neither young nor grownup, I'm just stuck in this middle grey area, where I'm aware of nothing. Kind of like a coma. A pop culture coma.
The good news is, next month I'll be 30, and then I'll be firmly in grownup territory, right?? I mean, won't my TV just automatically set itself to The O'Reilly Factor or Diane Sawyer at that point? I'm pretty sure that's how it works.