1. of a color intermediate between black and white
2. as of ashes
3. of hair turning gray or white with age : a gray beard : a gray, fatherly gentleman
4. informal relating to old people, esp. when seen as an oppressed group
5. dull and nondescript; without interest or character
a part of a city, esp. a slum area, occupied by a minority group
When thinking of writing a blog about my dad, one of the little things that held me back was coming up with a good name for it. We live in this wild social media age and I tossed around ideas in my head but nothing seemed to stick. I am a believer in synchronicity and I knew when I finally committed to this project, the perfect name would come to me. Unfortunately, Shit my Dad Says was taken already and ultimately I want this blog to continue and expand past just the amazingness of my father. Although, I’m sure this blog will be dominated by the hilarity of my dad, I also want it and my interactions with the elderly to go on beyond the time my dad has left in his body.
So, The Grey Ghetto was born today. It has been growing inside me for a long time. I’m not sure what form it will take but I am excited. I love definitions and the deeper meanings they evoke.
1. of a color intermediate between black and white (This made me think of all of us, all people, no matter the color are aging)
2. as of ashes (When our bodies die, we return to ash)
3. of hair turning gray or white with age : a gray beard : a gray, fatherly gentleman (Duh. Totes my Papa)
4. informal relating to old people, esp. when seen as an oppressed group (Our society oppresses the aging and denies death)
5. dull and nondescript; without interest or character (Again we have been socialized to think the elderly are done for and over. When the opposite is true. They are some of the most vibrant interesting people I know!)
a part of a city, esp. a slum area, occupied by a minority group (I am not by any means saying my dad lives in a slum area, or making any claims of what some may interpret ghetto to mean. He is well cared for and in a wonderful nursing home. My reason for using for using ghetto is because it sounded good; I have a soft spot for alliteration, and because the people I know are living very simply, without much money, in an isolated part of society. We have abandoned the aging physically and emotionally and left them in small pockets of our cities. That is the figurative and literal ghetto I am referring to.)