How About Never? Is Never Good for You?
Nearly half of all baby boomers say they don’t expect to retire until age 66, or even later. But the stat that got my attention was that 1 in 10 say they will never retire. NEVER. You hear me, I’m NEVER going to retire. Going from the desk or wherever right to the grave.
Is it just about the money, or is something else going on here? No question, many boomers feel like they must keep working to boost their retirement income, but other boomers just want to stay engaged with the world and that means staying on the job. I get that. Most retirees that I know are treating retirement like a job. They have lists of things to do, projects to get done, and places to go. Not much golfing or shuffleboarding there, unlike their parents. The whole notion of what to do in retirement has been turned upside down.
And if I read one more article about how boomers can start their own business to work from home (or even while they travel the world!!), I’ll shoot myself. They make it sound so easy. Pick a skill or a service and off you go. It’s NOT that easy and that’s why smart boomers who can stay on the job are doing just that.
Will employers and customers recognize the value of baby boomer experience and talent? That’s the big question. Younger workers have much to offer with their enthusiasm and technical knowledge, but the maturity and wisdom of a highly engaged boomer who’s truly motivated to stay on the job should make them just as valuable, if not more so.
Bottom line, we’re going to try to keep our jobs, so employers, clients and customers might as well capitalize on what we’re offering. Putting workers out to pasture at age 60 or 62 is so old school. The world doesn’t work that way anymore and the news stories about aged 60+ individuals achieving fame for late-life achievements just goes to prove that there are many attractive options to retirement.
It’s time for us all to get used to seeing aged 70+ workers still pulling their weight and making a valuable contribution in the workplace. And don’t be surprised when you ask them when they’re going to retire, they are still insisting on NEVER.
Jay Harrison is a graphic designer and writer whose work can be seen at DesignConcept. He's written a mystery novel, which therefore makes him a pre-published author.
How I Introduced Letterman and Trump to the USSR’s Last Beauty Queen - Part 2
Hopefully, your read Part 1 of how I was forced to suffer two terrible weeks travelling on the east coast with the beautiful, talented, sexy and lovely Maria Kejha, Miss USSR. Even though the Russian Beauty Contest was 20 years ago, I'm still talking about her. Actually, not really talking, but putting pictures of Maria on Pinterst.
My story goes back to November, 1990 before the Soviet Union ran their “Going Out of Business Sale.” I reached an agreement with Global American TV, the company that had the U.S. rights to promote the Miss USSR Beauty Pageant. The Russian Beauty Queens were coming to America and I was to be their press agent and tour guide.
Global American TV made arrangements for the winner of the Pageant, 18 year-old Maria Kazha and 19 year-old runner-up, Lauma Zemzare, Miss Soviet TV, to visit and tour the United States for a whirlwind 8-day tour.
Immediately, two questions came to mind. How would I get them publicity? And how the hell was I going to tell my wife I was touring the east coast with two under-20 year-old Russian beauties?
So, I did the only sane thing a man could do. I met the two beauty queens at Kennedy Airport when they arrived from Russia and handed them bouquets of red roses saying, “Welcome to America.”
When I handed these two stunning teenage beauty queens the red roses, Maria and Lauma smiled.
“Where are we staying?” Maria asked.
“Tonight only, you’re staying at my house in Westport, Connecticut.”
Maria was no longer smiling. Lauma, for some strange reason, was still smiling.
But you would be missing the point if you thought my intentions weren’t honorable. Sure, I took them to my house for a sleepover. Because I wanted them to know I had a wife who was as beautiful as they were and a daughter who was even younger, so I wasn’t about to hit on them.
My job was the protect them and to get them as much publicity as possible. And to show the world that the women of Russia were beautiful and stylish, not at all like the images in the famous Wendy’s Soviet Fashion Show commercial.
Jack Goldenberg is a prolific Copywriter, innovative Creative Director and consummate, strategic marketer. Read his blog at 10 minutes of brilliance. With all he’s done, he still believes his best efforts are ahead of him.
This Side of the Tree Line
"Business Insider Magazine conducted a poll in 2013: “Which State has the Worst Scenery?” Kansas got the most votes, not New Jersey (which came in 2nd), or Iowa, Nebraska, or Nevada (which were tied for third). Now why would that be?
Classmates of mine coming from “back east” to college in Colorado often complained about the drive across Kansas. They said it was boring. (It is a long drive, over 400 miles, 6 hours at 70 mph on Interstate 40.) Some said it was so flat. (Look at a topographical map closely along the James River in Virginia or the Ohio River in southern Indiana; now those places are flat.)
But the Worst Scenery? It took a while thinking about why that would be, but I think I get it. It takes time to come to a point where a person really “sees” Kansas. Those of us who grow up on the plains come to know it, even feel it (I'm from Hoxie). But folks particularly from "east of the tree line" don't get it at first.
The newcomer is overwhelmed by the vast openness, all that sky, horizon to horizon unbroken by trees, mountains, or cityscapes. The colors appear drab - various shades of brown, large expanses of subtle green (if Mother Nature has brought rain for the pastures), or field after field of wheat or corn. But always the wide-open spaces, horizon to horizon.
My wife (who is from New England) observed as we drove west approaching Hays on the way to Hoxie: "There's nothing out here." Then as we turned north on K-23, crossed the railroad tracks with the Grainfield elevator passing out of view to the left, with no power lines or fences along the highway, she said "Now there's even less." It is true, there is less - nothing as far as one can see (say 20 miles?), not even a farmhouse or barn anywhere in sight.
Today, having lived in the west for 4 years (albeit New Mexico), she sees beauty in the sky, in the subtle colors of the prairie, in the sunrises and sunsets that are often 360 degrees around, the changes in the seasons and weather that are so evident throughout the year, and not least the openness and friendliness of the people who are molded by this environment. It's beautiful, but it takes time and an openness of spirit to see it.
George Young is a hiker, bicycler and pilot who is always on the move, unless he's working on building a strawbale home in Manzano, New Mexico. And yes, he's a native of Hoxie, Kansas.
What was the world like before baby boomers blew everything sacred out of the water?
You want to make movies. Here are a few simple rules. Let’s start with sex. Essentially, avoid it.
1. The sanctity of marriage must be upheld.
2. Any exhibit of “impure” love must be integral to the plot and not arouse “morbid curiosity” or appear attractive.
3. Scenes of “passion” are acceptable only when absolutely necessary to the story and must be restrained. Excessive and lustful kissing is not permitted. Nakedness, sexual body parts, and suggestive dancing are prohibited. Seduction can enter the plot only when essential and must always be shown as wrong.
4. Treatments of homosexuality, venereal disease, sexual hygiene, and abortion are prohibited. The word “abortion” cannot even be uttered.
5. No portrayal of “miscegenation”—sexual mixing of the races.
6. No portrayal of the methods and techniques of prostitution.
Boomers made “offensive language” mainstream. According to the pre-boomer rules your movie must not contain swear words (just about anything you can think of), as well as colorful sexual jargon like such as “slut,” “whore,” “pimp,” etc.
Geez Louise, you say, I couldn’t do frickin’ Goldilocks and the Three Bears with those cockamamie restrictions.
The general guidelines were established by the Motion Picture Producers and Distributors in 1930, years before boomers were even a glint in their parent’s eyes. The rules were modified and enforced with decreasing ardor until 1968. By that time, the baby boomer cultural upheavals were in full swing. Iconoclastic foreign films that needed no seal of approval were flooding the market. Young boomers flocked to get a glimpse of la dolce vita. Television competed with movies and cut into box office revenue even though the small screen was even more culturally restrictive. Remember George Carlin’s 7 dirty words you can’t say on television? Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore slept in separate beds. One way of setting movies apart was to show content television could not.
Was the Production Code a law? No. What if you said, “Oh, phooey on you, I’ll release it anyway?” Local censor boards could ban the movie. Without a seal, you ran the very real risk that distributors and theaters would lock you out. The Catholic Legion of Decency can and did organize effective boycotts. And you might trigger national censorship legislation.
Unraveling under boomer generation pressure, the Code was replaced with a general rating system, which was nothing short of a revolution. It no longer banned content but simply labeled the film in terms of “sex” and “violence” for all to ignore, or excluded children under a certain age from attending, enforcement left to lax locals.
Hollywood surrendered to the youthful baby boomers who, after all, were fast becoming the primary movie theater audience.
Terry Hamburg writes the Baby Boomer Daily about the exciting and revolutionary baby boomer years.
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Eleanora Amaratji comes from Sydney, Australia but was born in Greece. An abstract painter as well as photographer, she likes the instant recall that the digital camera provides, and the chance to be outdoors in nature.
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