A few months ago I woke up from a Salvia induced trip, naked in my living room, surrounded by crumpled newspaper. As the Thai Buddha, who had just a few minutes ago been telling me ‘not to let the planet overwhelm me,’ faded from view, I realized that in my stupor I had somehow managed to turn on 60 Minutes.

I usually don’t watch this show because in my opinion it embodies everything wrong about aging. It’s basically saying ‘being old and curmudgeon-y is part of aging, let’s be closed off to the world that’s different from what we remember,’ and also because Andy Rooney drinks baby’s blood and I can’t support that (could he clean his office?).

Anyways, on this episode, Morley Safer (calculating age based on name…estimated age: 200) did a piece on a group of people called Millennials. The piece was supposed to be about how these people (born in between 1980 and 1995? He’s talking about you) are ruffling feathers in the white collar work force with their crazy tattoos and pudding pops and “Pokemans.” Bosses are ‘terrified.’ (more…)

I just love how all these snarky, holier than thou writers are dishing out half-baked jabs at Bill Cosby for recording a rap album, when the man has contributed far more to society than gaudy sweaters, Jello and Pudding Pops (like that isn’t enough already).

What most pundits fail to realize is that Bill Cosby was an early champion of the DIY movement in African-American entertainment at a time when such a thing didn’t exist. Down for the cause before today’s arrogant rappers were born, he loaned $200,000 to Melvin Van Peebles, helping him release the blaxploitation classic Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song back in 1971. The smut-peddling rap videos of today could learn a thing or two from Sweetback. (more…)