This is a thread for ILXORS IN THEIR 50's

(xxpost) Trip Fontaine is a character from the book/film "The Virgin Suicides"

Start at about 3:30 here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_smJP8oRnE

Btw, Frank Kogan, who posts to a couple of the rolling genre threads on ILM, is 54.

Also:
Most of the time I dwell in a state of unreality, where I have amazing superpowers. And I am 50 years old.

-- Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Monday, February 5, 2007 12:29 PM (1 year ago) Bookmark Link

Our cohort is few, but mighty.

abbott being a sexy cold war scientist

OH MY GOD WHY WAS I NEVER THAT

I remember Howdy Doody.

and i thought i was old for remembering leaded gasoline!

madonna, michael jackson, prince and ME -- i am now 50 and 1/2.

sept 1968 was like the gayest time to enter high school

everyone cool in those days were entering college

there is truth lurking here -- people in our sub-generation have a complicated relationship w/our older sibs, the 60s baby boomers. this usage of "gay" is uhm, anachronisitic, or something. (I entered HS in 72 FWIW.)

anachronistic! edgy, you mean!!1!

so is bimble part of this exclusive club?

I didn't expect to get shoulder and back hair this late in the game.

ha was wondering what you meant in the 40s thread

what's up y'all

had a cardiologist call me at 7am to cancel my appointment (snow)

this morning the dentist said that my teeth with metal fillings will all eventually need crowns; seems legit, the youngest of those fillings is 40+ years old

i went to the dentist for lots of work this past year, first time since forever, and it was all space aged nano whatever shit and i think the dentist and his assistant were legit smirking at my one old iron ore filling from when i was a teenager, fifty years ago, in an eastern bloc nation

oh hi, I'm 54 now

peeing takes a long time

backache is a thing

(knocks on wood)

As hinted above, I have a cardiologist now! My primary doctor, who has pretty amazing raw skills -- like hearing -- apparently, thought he heard a murmur in my heartbeat last month. GREAT!

It turns out I have an "unconcerning" prolapse which is a "2" (not a 3 or a 4), so it just has to be checked every year from now on.

Aging is a motherfucker.

all the best morbs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murmur_(album)#/media/File:R.E.M._-_Murmur.jpg

i am two years older than william hartnell in this picture :D

https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/1920x1080/p01hg14p.jpg

(obviously i have regenerated several times: also did not grow up in poverty etc)

He got paid five times more per ep than Anneke Wills was, to make up for the poverty stricken childhood!

what a feelin'

mainly feeling it in my lower back today

Rapidly approaching Sammy Hagar milestone.

Minutemen?

Can you hear me, Dr. Mu

Imagine my surprise

Just realized that the “ordinary guy” in Pavement’s “Stereo” is maybe a reference to “Dr. Wu.” I still got it!

Oh wait

I just went through all the tests you are supposed to do when you get to 50, only 7 years late.

Anyway, all passed 100%, so hey!

I guess that lower back pain is gonna go in the "what do you expect at yr age?" cart.

Thanks for reminding me. I just did the same with one test, the biggest of all, remaining to be done in the next few months. If the news is bad I will speed post my remaining backlog of screennames.

I was Big C diagnosed about five months after turning 50, so maybe i didn't get the other tests.

(i'm mostly OK now, just medicated)

He got paid five times more per ep than Anneke Wills was, to make up for the poverty stricken childhood!

― calzino

for two months and then he got sacked. quintessential "being in your '50s" experience tbh

Definitely another bummer about being in your 50s. If you lose your job, you can't necessarily bounce back. You might never have a salaried position again.

Definitely another bummer about being in your 50s. If you lose your job, you can't necessarily bounce back. You might never have a salaried position again.

HI DERE. Raise your hand if you have been rendered depressed, rudderless, and without direction because you've structured your life around a eight-hour, salaryman working schedule for so long that when you were inevitably disrupted out of your career you've become addicted to the anxiety and panic of not being able to focus. oops TMI

raises hand

in my case it took several years to work through the trauma of being ejected and to figure out other ways to live ... I won't trivialize the difficulties involved, but now the only thing I miss from my salaryman days is the income

i need the med coverage

As mentioned on the other thread, in January I was made redundant 7 days before I hit 50.
my skills are probably no longer in demand (manual software tester) due to an increased focus on automated testing, and to be honest, I think I have had enough of software/corporate culture.
The last few months I have been a stay at home dad, and will probably remain so while mk2 goes through his teenage trials and tribulations (3 more years).
The very idea of being the Office New Boy at the age of 50 fills me with dread, and I know it would bring on a lot of stress and anxiety.
I am in a 'fortunate' position in that due to life insurance, I have no mortgage and get a small occupational pension from BH so will not be made homeless or starve, but coming to terms with a very different financial outlook is still the big stumbling block.
That and daytime TV.
Thank goodness for 'Walter Presents .. '.

In other news : re lower back pain.
Having sat on my arse in an office for 30 years the last 2 years were very problematic re my back.
My solution : swimming.
I have started swimming 4 times a week (roughly 1km each time), and the change has been very noticeable.

Slightly overlapping with what I said on the Forties thread, but I was made redundant at 51, also due to having skills which are no longer in demand. My partner has always earned a lot more than me, so we were OK - but then he was made redundant last year, at 58. Thankfully his skills are still in demand, but he refuses to re-dose himself with the poison of corporate culture - so it's taking a while to sort things out, and we are having to be careful with money, for the first time since our twenties.

I cover my monthly outgoings with DJ-ing (a weekly gig and a monthly gig) and Discogs selling (I inherited a rare and valuable collection, and am being ruthless with my own). We also have a lodger, for the first time in nearly thirty years - a good friend, also in his fifties, going through a divorce and coming to terms with being on the gay side of bi. He hates his job and wants to change back to his old career, but it would involve a precarious salary drop, at least to begin with, which isn't great timing when you're getting divorced.

Despite this difficulties, my net life satisfaction level is still hugely in credit. I feel busy, fulfilled, and grateful for all I've got. But I can't deny the presence of a persistent low-level background hum, which says "You are uniquely unemployable. Everyone else can get jobs, but you haven't got what it takes." It's bullshit, but it's there.

Fuck those cry baby under 50s in that other thread. Here's to getting Saga Holiday ads and people ringing me to ask if I want to cash in my pension and/or release some equity from my home and to being told I can't increase my life insurance because YOU R 2 OLD.

Also I just put up a desk, not too shabby eh? I'll be paying for it tomorrow mind.

it doesn't start getting real until you can't remember your 40s

xp Incidentally my pension is not worth the paper it's printed on so who's laughing now Mr Random Cold Caller?

it gets really real when your pathetic gig income and Obamacare fast-track you to bankruptcy

what a feelin'

― the ignatius rock of ignorance (Dr Morbius), Monday, July 2, 2018 8:55 AM (one year ago) bookmarkflaglink

Right in my knees.

oh hi, I'm 54 now
peeing takes a long time

― WilliamC, Thursday, January 4, 2018 12:24 PM

Seven weeks shy of 56, but I found the secret: constant impotent rage keeps me young.

Or: Andy OTM

I like getting the annual physical, not least because in good years it's the only time I see my doctor and I like her to remember who I am. And I like the labs and screens, just making sure everything looks OK. I even agreed to a separate preventive screening my doc recommended — a "coronary calcium score" — to check for arterial plaque buildup. Not covered by insurance, it's like $125 and I'm sure she gets a cut for the referral, but what the hell. I like to know what's going on in there.

I go to my doctor about four times a year but haven't been to the dentist in decades. Sometimes I worry about it but then I say fuck it.

I have been blessed with (mostly) good teeth, which aiu is party genetic and also breastfeeding can help? thanks mom!

still had a litany of horrors starting with braces, and I am missing a back molar currently cuz I cannot afford a $4K implant.

dental care is imho the starkest example of class differences in the US

really that should read:

"dental care/insurance is imho the starkest example of class differences in the US"

yeah, it's always baffling to me that the teeth were medically separated from the rest of the body many years ago: their own offices, their own insurance systems, etc.
Like what if we had to get podiatry insurance, or spleen insurance?

Dentistry wasn't considered a medical field until the late 19th century.

They're luxury bones. Only the rich and lucky are allowed to have them; if your teeth are in bad shape the assumption is that it's your own damn fault for not taking better care of them

Toothpaste is bone soap.

The fact that none of these manly-man grooming companies has yet put out a line of toothpaste called Bone Soap (or advertised toothpaste with "Polish Your Bones") is baffling to me.

'Hey fellas, get your chompers pumping with Axe BONE SOAP - now in Sinful Cinnamon Schnapps flavor'

yeah I could see that working

Would try White Russian flavored bone soap

'Super Whitening Russian', you mean

really that should read:

"dental care/insurance is imho the starkest example of class differences in the US"

― I painted my teeth (sleeve), Tuesday, May 7, 2024 9:29 PM (two hours ago) bookmarkflaglink

When I first went to my current dentist, it was for a dental emergency (filling fell out) AND I didn't have insurance. They were super nice about it and apologetic about charging me the cash rate, but then when we got insurance again through my wife's job suddenly they were VERY happy to see me because I was worth a lot more money to them. It's all so weird, what a dumb system we have.

whenever I go in for for a cleaning, I get a statement from MetLife - 'THIS IS NOT A BILL: You dentist billed $234 - we paid out $179 - you owe nothing'

It's all such a weird racket

My dentist has a weird scheme where they make me sign a sheet of paper listing what they're are going to do, how much insurance will pay and how much I need to pay. So I sign it and pay them then within a week I get a bill for, usually, around $500. I call them and they always say, oh don't worry about that. Umm okay.

this sooo true. also i hate making the extra effort to sit thru 15 minutes of phoneapp disclaimers and releases and pay obligations, being told "this pre-process will save u time!" then getting there and having to like, do what appears to be the same shit all over again.

this is not an olds thing tho. in a way it is i guess, because i am here on the olds channel just complaining like a fucking old. topicality is where u find it.

Thanks to Facebook I just found out I’m almost 10 years older than The Beach Boys when they released/filmed Kokomo. I thought those fools were in their 70s when that came out.

Spiritually, yes

I was lucky enough to see Blondie this past week. My 13-year-old son was with me. It struck me that I have had a crush on Debbie Harry since I was his age, which was . . . forty-five years ago.

Thanks to Facebook I just found out I’m almost 10 years older than The Beach Boys when they released/filmed Kokomo. I thought those fools were in their 70s when that came out.

― Esteemed character actress (sunny successor)

i see this as an unqualified victory

Yeah i was at blondie and my 20 y/o muso super nerd son loved it even more than I. With his youth insistence he dragged me up to about 10 ppl away from stage. that was useful.

when i was reminded post hoc she’s 78 i was pretty— i dint know how to be, tbh. I felt pretty god damned ancient.