A Walkman in a World of iPods
At the ripe age of 23, I feel old for the first time. This is, of course, ridiculous, since 23 is nowhere near old. Wrinkles and grey hairs aren’t in sight and I don’t yet have to worry about adult responsibilities like paying off a mortgage or supporting a family. A day or so ago, I’d be laughing, shaking my head and slapping my knee with the rest of you over how silly I am, but a day or so ago, I hadn’t seen this video.
Watch as a 1 year-old tot adeptly and gleefully whizzes through touch screens on an iPad, but when faced with a magazine, can’t seem to figure out what to do with it. In fact, the magazine is seriously… underwhelming. All the pages filled with pretty pictures and bright colors that used to make me crazy with excitement as a kid, just aren’t cutting it for today’s techy tots, which leaves me wondering what other currently “thrilling” mediums for my generation will quickly become boring paperweights for the next? And, how am I going to compete in a job market with someone who’s been effortlessly expanding and minimizing screens with the tips of their fingers since they emerged from the womb, when 7 months after receiving my first touch screen phone, I’m still having difficulty doing exactly the same tasks? Suddenly, I’m feeling like a Walkman in a world of iPods.