*The Pointless Writer*

has a life you're completely uninterested in. But it's okay because I can write. No abbreviations. No shoddy grammar (though I'm not immune to mistakes). Just quality writing on sometimes completely pointless topics.

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UnPoints of Note

1. I write when fancy takes. Sometimes, fancy takes many months of leave.
2. Never give up on this blog. I will eventually come back. When fancy has returned from its unfaithful travels.
3. All posts labelled Randomosity were written while I was on my junior college's blog team.
4. Everything is written as a challenge to myself. And it's all in good fun. Cheerio!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Dictionary.com defines ageism as discrimination against persons of a certain age group.

The word “discrimination” is very loaded, wouldn’t you agree? It carries rather negative connotations of marginalization and the like. In actuality, I think ageism can be a pretty positive thing. I mean, come on, senior citizen discounts? They really rock my socks. I kinda can’t wait to turn 65 when I think of all the discounts I’ll get. It’s like the thrill you get when you can finally watch an NC16 movie in the cinema. (I’m a good girl; I’ve never snuck in. Or maybe I’m just too chicken. Heh.) Hmm, then again, it wasn’t so much being to watch NC16 movies legally as being able to gloat (a little) at my brother since he’s half a decade younger. Back to the Awesome Discounts for Oldies. (Much ADO about nothing, anyone? Okay, okay, enough of the lame jokes...)

Uh, anyway, my parents suggested that I go to Universal Studios this June holiday with my friends. And I was like, “Eh. So expensive… Okay lah, save up.” And my idea was saving up was $30, cos that’s how much I thought amusement park tickets cost. And that’s actually how much the most expensive item of clothing I’ve ever bought cost. It’s quite a hefty sum to me, especially since I have this dream of growing the money in my POSB bank account to $1000 by the time I’m 19. (And I have quite a lot of time cos I’m a November kid.) So anyway, Google-happy me went and Googled universal studios Singapore ticket price and when I saw the price $32, I was like, hmm, not too bad. And then I realized that was the Senior column. -.- And of course, I have to be in the age range 13 to 64 so that a One Day Weekday Pass would cost me more than double that: $66 to be exact. Well, there goes my visit to Universal Studios. I can say bye bye roller coasters and hello homework. Oh the joys of student life.

So anyway, I’m quite looking forward to the day I can get awesome discounts at random places all over the world, just cos I followed nature’s course. And my terribly jumpy thought process has led me to suddenly ponder the effects of the world’s current (past and future) obsession with immortality. Have you heard of cryogenics? It’s the science of preserving yourself in the freezer. Well, besides that, a whole bunch of scientists, and entrepreneurs (hear that, Entre Council? Immortality could be your next big gig), are quite into the whole living longer thing. Which includes freaky things like hormone treatment and telemores. (When your cells divide, your telemores in your DNA shorten. Eventually, they get so short you die.) So my question is: if you start living longer, do you still get these funky discounts?

It’s kinda weird how this whole post was inspired because I was revising for my ELL exam and reading the set of notes on Language and Age. The whole language influences views on age and cultural views on age influence language shebang. In fact, I was going to do something along the lines of 10 Facts I Bet You Didn’t Know About Ageism since my ELL notes have cool tidbits like the fact that there are a lot more terms (both neutral and derogatory) for children and the elderly than there are for middle-aged people, eg. kid, toddler, punk and senior citizen, old-age pensioner, old hag versus middle-aged person. But then I realized that a) the title is too long, and b) I don’t have ten distinct facts. So this (random) post came out instead. I’m telling you, my articles write themselves. It’s scary. Don’t believe your mother when she tells you your toys aren’t alive, cos my computer definitely is.


Chanson des Étoiles at 10:13 PM