I had my first really bad RTD bus experience today. It was my own fault, because I did some work at home and I was late getting to the Westminster Park and Ride. When the next bus to Market Street Station finally arrived almost half an hour later, it was full, so most of us getting on board at Westminster (it’s the last stop before downtown) had to stand.

None of this was so heinous, but I ended up sandwiched between two young men who I think may have worked some high-tech job downtown, and two young women who were probably in their late teens, and students at the Auraria campus downtown.

That’s when I realized that as a typical mid-life Baby Boomer, I was turning into my parents. I never realized how stupid young people sound, and I wondered if I sounded that idiotic when I was their age. I hope not.

I couldn’t help overhearing, because the women especially were loud, even when one of them stopped mid-conversation and took a phone call, and then passed her cellphone to her friend. Plus, I have the old journalist’s habit of listening in on conversations.

The content was the usual blather – boys suck, classes suck, parents suck, life sucks from the girls, and comics are cool, video games are cool, parties are cool and work is cool from the boys. But I couldn’t believe how inarticulate these kids were.

Practically every other word out of their mouths was “like,” as in “Hey, like, what, like, classes do you, like, have today? Maybe we can, like, do something, like, afterwards.” One of the most grating passages involved one woman telling the friend on the cellphone about a dress from Abercrombie & Fitch, that bastion of handsome white bread youth zeitgeist, that had a broken strap when she got it home.

“Hey, like, guess what I’m wearing today! Yah, like, it’s those jeans I bought. Like, that dress though, had like a broken strap. Like yah, a broken strap. And like when I told the clerk at Abercrombie it was like broken, he was, like, a and was like, too bad, like you know. I mean, I was like duuude! Well, my mom says it’s fixable and all but like, I told her, ‘Dude, that’s not like the point!'”

It’s true – she called her mom a Dude. Pop culture’s come a long way since Aerosmith sang “Dude Looks Like a Lady.” Now, Dude IS a lady – your mother.

I was never so glad to arrive at Market Street Station and scramble for a Mall Shuttle.

There are tons of Websites about and for Baby Boomers, and most are of course more nostalgic than informative. Here are some of them:

Link of the day

BTW, if you read about the Chinese art exhibit at the Denver Art Museum, you can visit the exhibit online. Click to the Denver Art Museum’s website and you can take a Virtual Gallery Tour of the exhibit online, and explore the depth of the museum’s entire Asian Collection.

Thanks to grant funding and smart visionary management, the Asian Collection has by far the most advanced online site of any other department at DAM. It’s a cool way to take advantage of the Internet for a greater appreciation of the area’s cultural riches.

Gil Asakawa is the landlord of the Bloghouse and he doesn’t care about narrow definitions of blogs vs. columns. He just wants cool stuff online.