If I’m blessed with an average life span, I will live a good stretch of years in two centuries. There’s something about this I find disconcerting, like having a foot in two different rowboats.
Here’s the thing: Lately I’m feeling nostalgic for the 20th century. It felt more like home. The 21st century may turn out to be an acquired taste, but so far it doesn’t seem like the new millennium has its act together.
Let me illustrate.
It’s the year 2013, right, so what decade are we in? Stumped? Some of you probably thought “the teens,” but I’ll bet you’ve never used it in an actual sentence: i.e., “The teens is a sweet decade.”
Here’s a chance to redeem yourself. Easy peasey. What was the last decade called? … Patting my foot now. Still waiting.