This week, as I approach the big 6-0, I have been thinking a lot about Nudie and about the role of flamboyance in old age. As far as I am concerned, there are no limits on how show-bizzy or gangsta one’s outer garments might become. However, when it comes to undergarments I am still trying to find a path. Should I switch up from the Calvin Klein tighty-whities I have worn for as long as I can remember? Should I go conceptual avant-garde and snag some of Mitt’s mysterious Mormon encasements? What would Nudie have done? Might snakeskin thongs and banana-hammocks and bedazzled budgie-smugglers provide a more life-enhancing option?
During my childhood, old people never wore groovy underwear. My grandpa wore thick, scratchy long-johns year-round and my granny wore monstrous prewar bloomers. Her undies were so allure-free and utilitarian that they would have made Bridget Jones’ gym knickers look like burlesque enticements from Frederick’s of Hollywood.
Whence comes my gruesome familiarity with the undies of my grandparents? Truth be told, I was traumatized by them on a daily basis. A cursory glance at the washing line in our backyard revealed the truth about the foundation garments of our entire household. My sister and I were merciless in our critiques. My granny got sick of us mocking her billowing bloomers and sneakily started drying them in the airless attic. We responded by unpinning them and dropping them out of the top floor window onto the wearer’s befuddled head.
Right before filing this column, I had a breakthrough of sorts. I located a company specializing in sassy humor undies for seniors. (Check out the Sexy Old Buzzard boxer briefs.) The styles are basic and chic, and the messages that adorn the garments are quite amusing. My one reservation is the type size. The current scale would send the average senior scrambling for those bifocals in order to read it. Not very romantic, right?
For First Generation. ETSU is full of them, and helping them succeed is a challenge. From The Atlantic. Meet Gen-F: Their Families' First College Students and Their Communities' Brightest Hope
When Ivan Delgado first considered going to college, he had little to go on. “I don't know anybody in my neighborhood who’s gone to college, nobody in my family,” he says. A high school advisor changed Ivan’s prospects by connecting him with scholarships at Texas A&M University. A quarter of A&M’s undergraduates—and nearly a third nationwide—are the first in their families to attend college. Ivan is now one of them.
Collectively they’re known as first-generation students, Gen-F for short. Most are from low-income families and disadvantaged communities in the U.S. and abroad. Their decision to continue their education is courageous in itself, since many are from families that can hardly scrape together the costs of applying, let alone the prohibitive cost of attending. Add to …
We no longer have to live with unanswered questions. Remember when we had to dig out the encyclopedia? When we could buy encyclopedias at the grocery store as an incentive to shop? O brave new world, / That has such people in 't! I suggest you try calling in sick to work with one of these--like nomophobia. From The Week.
5 new brain disorders that were born out of the digital age 1. Nomophobia
Some people are afraid of spiders. Others, heights. Or maybe you're unreasonably fearful of clowns. The list of phobias is long, and researchers recently added one more: In 2012, the world learned of "No-Mobile Phobia" or "nomophobia" — the feeling of panic one has upon being separated from one's phone or tablet. In one U.K. survey, 73 percent of respondents felt panic when they misplaced their phone. And for another 14 percent, that panic spiraled into pure desperation.
But the research into this new fear is so new, it's hard to say conclusively whether nomoph…