The great identity crisis we all thought we resolved in our youth re-emerges when we are 60 years old. We can be called “seniors” but for some people this is only half a name. (As a Senior Planet Editor, I still get a lot of conversations from publicists about great dresses for prom, or how to choose a college or get help with student loans.) Some people are brimming with senior citizens, while others have mixed feelings about oldsters “” (Sounds like a car!), “Elders” or cute titles like “Experienced Citizens”. And nobody apparently wants to be called “older people”.
Forget “Geezer” or “Biddy”, which smells like ageism.
According to some estimates, this is becoming increasingly important as our age cohort continues to grow. Earlier this year, an essayist (who seems years away from taking care of himself) wrote a long piece (read it here) about what to call an elderly person.
Virge Randall is Senior Planet Managing Editor. She is also a freelance culture reporter searching for hidden and unsung (or undersung) treasures for Straus Newspapers. Her blog “Don’t Get Me Started” gives the old school New York City a new twist. Send your suggestions for Open Threads to them at [email protected]