A Three Hour Tour into Oblivion
Last night when I got home from work (late, because it was bingo night... ugh!) I was fixing myself a plate of food when my precious, newly-auburn haired teenaged child told me that since her hair transformation (see earlier post) a few of her schoolmates have given her nicknames.
"I don't mind being called 'Little Red,' which is what Leigh and Rachel call me. But a couple of the guys are calling me 'Ginger,' and I have no idea why. I don't like that," she said.
"Oh, wow, that's kinda cool, actually. Ginger was the movie star!" I replied.
Blank stare from my child.
"You know, from Gilligan's Island!"
Still nothing registering.
"You know who I'm talking about right? They are probably calling you Ginger because she was the hottie movie star from Gilligan's Island."
And then, she spit a bullet right into my chest. "Mom, I have no idea what you're talking about. And if I don't know what you're talking about, then I KNOW THEY don't know. What's Gilligan's Island?"
Though hurt, I still did not give up. I grabbed my iPhone and Googled pictures of the classic redhead to show my child. She humored me and looked at the pictures of all my old favorite characters, still with no look of recollection on her face. I then sang the theme song. (Yes, I know. Even you are embarrassed for me right about now.) "...the Professor and Mary Ann... Here on Gilligan's Isle!!!!"
I may as well have been have been shoving jelly beans up my nose. I got NOTHING from her. Nothing, except this:
"I don't know why they are calling me Ginger, but I'm sure they've never heard of that show either."
How does that happen? How do things that were so ingrained in our brains as kids completely disappear from society? Most people 25 and younger can't even name all four of the Beatles. (I have to admit here for the sake of full disclosure that even I, at the age of 42, sometimes have a tough time remembering George Harrison.)
This makes me sad. (And again, sigh...)