The Daily Om article (see the right side of this blog) talks about labels today. It got me thinking about all the various labels people slap on other people. One that especially puzzles me is “Elder.” I completely get “divorcee,” “drunk,” “Giants fan,” and “fallen away Catholic” (plus “lapsed Quaker attender," although I’m trying to think of what they call people who don’t go to the Episcopal church any more…Anglicans??) but “Elder”?
So I looked it up, and “elder” means simply “one who is older than you."
Using that label seems to be a good way to set up a fight among that vast group of people, some with grey hair, who now can get into movies for a coupla bucks less than regular price—and who often do so in the middle of the day while everyone else is working.
From my point of view, a person in their 50s or 60s who calls themselves an “elder” is, um, loopy.
And as long as there are plenty of people LOTS older than I am, I don’t feel the need to call myself an “elder.” Except around my kids, as in “respect your elders.”
If my true elders want my respect, I’ll give it to them in honor of surviving so long—as long as they don’t call themselves “Republicans.” There’s a limit to this kind of thing.