Why look like this, when you could look like this:
It’s time to change the term “Empty Nester.” For some reason, this label has always conjured up visions of Mr. Rogers in his old faded cardigan, wandering aimlessly around the house. But Empty Nesterdom has changed. Now there’s more focus on re-filling and re-fueling the nest–as the Sandwich Gen gets charged up to take on new pastimes. Apple School is busting at the seams, folks are hitting the Wii sports resorts–you name it. No longer do the 50-year old set get blue hair rinses and sit and play cards all weekend, nibbling on Chex Mix. You all realize there’s more to life than rolling around on a rubber ball at the gym listening to a piped-in version of John Denver yodeling “High Calypso.” It dawned on you all that there’s much more to life than standing in line at the pharmacy listening to Rod Stewart’s Muzak version of “If Ya Think I’m Sexy.”
Instead, you all have it going on. You have friends signing up for everything from cooking classes to Hot Yoga, Photography Classes, Wine Tastings, Yolo and Zumba. You have friends doing everything online– from posting ten gazillion photos on Facebook, to booking airfares everywhere from Cancun to Canada (as reverse snow-birds). You hear of couples renting their homes in the ‘burbs’ and moving downtown to condos in order to enjoy the city life–restaurants, plays, concerts and festivals–for a year.
Even Fred, now long-retired, is steppin’ out and stylin’.
So it’s high time to rename this age group. You have gotten a couple of suggestions so far, from some buddies.
Instead of M-T-Nesters, this group could be described as:
1. Blooming Nesters (but aren’t we kinda over the whole nest thingy?)
2. Righteous Mamas and Dudes (a suggestion from a young friend)