For me, it’s about people having to always point how something makes them so old that was popular in their childhood. And they never ever stop to point out to everyone and announce how old they are.
Like yes, we get it, time fucking moves forward. It is by design. What makes you so special out of the billions that came before you and the billions more that’ll come after you, about how old you are? It doesn’t make you special so shut up.
There used to be a patisserie in NYC that sold amazeballs. Chocolate, caramel, salt, nougat, and a couple other flavor profiles. They were not good. Well, I didn’t think so.