I was shocked - simply shocked - when a friend said she'd never seen STAR WARS. And I'm talking about the originals here.
She'd never seen Princess Leia blast through a garbage chute and call Han Solo "fly boy" for the first time, or Darth Vader proclaim "Luke, I am your father". And who can forget when Leia declares that she likes "nice men" but ends up falling for the scoundrel?
Of course, she rectified this little lapse in movie watching pretty quickly...and quite hilariously, if you care to check out her blog.
Then, not so long ago, I was taken aback when Amanda, the newest member of the Avon team, said she'd never seen BUFFY. "Give her a break," Esi reminded me. "Amanda was only 11."
Sometimes I forget that Gen Y--and even Gen X--grew up in a totally different time than I did. (And yes, I realize I must sound like I'm 90 right now.)
What I took for granted is now considered "classics." A good Julie Garwood historical, for example. Remember Johanna Lindsey's WARRIOR'S WOMAN? That was my first "paranormal."
And so I will do my best to bridge the generation gap. Amanda is already enjoying the first season of BUFFY.