I am mid-40s. My daughter is 11. I take her to school, among other driving things, and usually play NPR. Whenever she needs to refer to what she’s hearing – usually to ask if I’ll turn it off so she can pull up some godawful thing where a random Youtuber squawks discordant lyrics to a Pokémon video game score – she calls it a podcast. I’ve stopped correcting her, particularly since most of the “shows” release as podcasts by the next day anyway.
I’m always slightly saddened by my little boy’s “why don’t you just search it up” any time we don’t know something.
I happily remember the days of pub conversations or just chatting shit and arguing with friends over random stuff like how far sound travels per second so you can work out how far away a lightning strike is, or whether it was Paul Rudd or Ryan Reynolds who appeared in an episode of the X-Files, or whether an Amax Eagle Autogyro is faster than an actual eagle.
He doesn’t like to do that and knows I have my phone in my pocket so why don’t’t I just search it up?
