Where Have All the Standards Gone, Long Time Ago?

This year I reached age 38. As I age, I find that my tolerance for nonsense decreases at an increasing rate. Nonsense—much to my dismay—increases at an increasing rate.

Welcome to my blog. My plan is to chronicle the nonsensical events of the Authentic Adult’s life. Note: an Authentic Adult (AA) is someone who exchanges a legal, marketable service for his/her livelihood and accepts responsibility for his/her life and actions. In other words, we work for a living and we are usually the only thoughtful, responsible members of our families. We are few and far between. We have stamps of authenticity on our heels (my serial number? AA 1970 7779311).

I think it’s time we AAs had some space in the blogosphere to point out the absurdities of daily life. Let’s start a revolution.

Let’s tout our talents, oft taken for granted. We pay bills. We pay insurance premiums. We pay taxes only to have the government squander them. We are caregivers. We are cooks. We are household maintenance technicians. We are blue- and white-collar professionals. All at once.

We are much more. We, without realizing it, set the standard for how adults ought to behave. So let’s re-establish the standard for Authentic Adulthood through our posts. We are well-qualified—we’ve acquired wisdom sufficient to set authoritative standards.

Let’s also take time to point out what is so thoroughly and inherently wrong about the nonsense in our lives. Eleven times out of ten, I surmise we will discover that nonsense is an outgrowth of failure in meeting or exceeding an established standard.

Let’s have some fun along the way. It’s possible—it’s possible.

Planned Regular Features:

- Assaults on Our Senses
- General Trends Toward the Lowest Common Denominator
- Now, That Sets the Standard!
- Bad Eggs and What Rots Them

Check back with me soon,

The Beige Rage