Duck

Today I wondered why it is that I sit in church, or (some years back) in a seminary class, or a dinner party, and still find that I'm an outsider when someone inevitably says "We all know that character in ____ ___ ____ ___" (Random Cable TV Show), or "like that song everyone learned as kids," or "the latest couple from XYZ Current Reality Show."

We don't all have Cable TV, or we don't choose to watch TV when we have free time at home, or maybe we never went to camp as a child (and so never learned a single camp song). Today, listening to a sermon, I simply noted that I've never seen the History Channel. I wondered if I should regret this, since it sounded as though I needed to have seen it to understand the preacher. But it's not even that I feel removed from the majority; I just plain don't care. I'm old enough, finally, that it doesn't matter if my unfamiliarity with popular culture marks me as an odd duck. Quack, and quack.