As I was cruising the Internet looking for some meat on local politics, I happened upon the local WJR Radio web site, and stumbled upon a podcast by novelist-slash-sportswriter-slash-radio personality, Mitch Albom. This precious piece of radio history outlined the (ridiculous) ages of some people who have MySpace pages.

According to this podcast, which I thankfully missed when it originally aired on April 1, Mitch Albom thinks I (and others of my age group) am too old for a MySpace account. In fact, he and his sidekick, Ken Brown (who, in my opinion, is infinitely more humorous than the New York Times' bestselling author), randomly picked out a few “elderly” MySpace owners and made fun of them for a good five minutes.

Too old for MySpace!

I know Mitch Albom is a big fish in the little pond that is Detroit. He probably figures that with his novels and his schmoozing with sports figures and politicians, a guy like him feels smug enough not to need a MySpace account. Approaching 50, he likely feels too distinguished to lower himself to social networking. (I did check it out, but the only Mitch Albom MySpace pages are fakes.) As an aside, “Mitch Albom” did have a Gather page last year, as did I.

Too old for MySpace?

Well, buddy, I’m *cough* a couple of years older than Mitch, and I not only have a MySpace page, I also have a page on Facebook as well.

This led me to wonder; when is anyone “too old” for anything? I’m certainly not too old for social networking. Sure, when I first accessed MySpace, it was solely to spy on my teenager, but since then I’ve learned the tricks for customizing it to reflect my personality. I’m not on there (or anywhere else) to troll for dates with babes. My MySpace page has evolved into a tribute to what I love most: music. A lot of my people are older musicians, some of them in their 60s. MySpace is a cheap (i.e. free) and easy way to stay in touch with friends and family.

Likewise, when Facebook opened up from college-only to the entire world, my son invited me in. Facebook is fun, snarky, and interesting. Sometimes I look around just to see what those darn college kids are thinking, and I find many of their thoughts to be smart and sassy. Being in Facebook gives me an inside peek into fresh ideas. I’m not exaggerating when I say I think it keeps me young.

After my initial annoyance with Albom's narrowminded view of MySpace began to fade, I started to think about other things I might be “too old” for. Let’s see, I might be too old for heavy duty shopping at Victoria’s Secret, a.k.a. Vicky’s Panty Shack. Yes, I still purchase my undergarments there, and some of the more demur clothing - such as pants and sweaters. I have to admit the shoes are to die for, but I concede I just may be too old for sexy bra tops. Likewise, I'm too old to parade around in a bikini. I still have a drawer full, hoping against hope for an eventual waistline, but I won't even try them on in private anymore.