I didn’t need a Neilson study to tell me what I already know: Baby Boomers really like their smart phones. One might think that with the tiny keyboard of some HTC models and the BlackBerry, or the sort-of-not-really-a-keyboard of the iPhone, we’d complain about how hard they are to use. Thing is, we’ve been using them for years. After all, we’re of the age where some of us (lucky enough to be employed) work for companies that issue them to their employees so that people can be reached anytime, anywhere. BlackBerries “push” email, meaning that if your phone is on, so is your email. Other smart phones are designed to get email when you ask for it, the current iPhone, for instance. You can have your email on push with the iPhone, but it eats up your battery. So when I’m away from my computer and with my iPhone, I just check in with email every little bit. So the email is only one factor, I think, of the Baby Boomer smart phone romance. I’m personally so happy that as long as I am in an area where I get reception, I can get information about anything anytime. In fact, I even have a couple of long books loaded on my iPhone just in case I’m ever stuck on the subway or something. My son has an Android, which I used the other weekend to text my niece after my great-niece had broken her arm (long story that is ending very well), and I actually liked his keyboard better. Still, for me, having compatible devices on the same OS (Mac)–that’s priceless. By the way, what I find is a bigger issue than type of phones is service provider. There things are a bit dicey for me. In NYC I can’t get AT&T. Verizon is by far the best carrier for us Gothamites. However, upstate, my iPhone is kind of like a brick. I can use it for email or Internet through my Wifi–but I have my computer. So. Anyway. This is a “just saying” post. Saw the article. Thought “duh.” Remembered I have a Website with a section where I blog about stuff.
The first mention of the article came to me by way of Twilert–my morning hashtag delivery service–via some young guy named Charz Kelso. (Coming attraction: I’ll talk about Twilert on my next post about Baby Boomers and Twitter.) True, we can all use 30-year-old pictures of ourselves as Twitter avatars (translation: pictures), so maybe Charz Kelso isn’t a Gen Yer angry at his parents. But this was his tweet:First off, I don’t get the idea of someone mad about not getting his inheritance. A woman I know once complained bitterly while her parents’ estate was being settled that she wanted her money. “Her money,” I thought. “It’s your parents’ money. They worked for it. They had the right to do with it whatever they want.” So I object to that kind of spoiled kid attitude, whether the person is six or sixty-six. An inheritance, should one be so lucky, is a gift, not something you are owed.
Anyway, next I clicked on the link in his tweet, which brought me to Time.com’s “Moneyland”: http://ti.me/oiPZF0. This article cited a study by U.S. Trust (a retirement investment company) that concluded that “a surprisingly low 49% of millionaire boomer parents said that leaving money to their kids was a priority.” They also referred to the Baby Boomer reputation for selfishness–something I hadn’t heard before and would much dispute. (The so-called “me” generation was around before Boomers had come of age.) I tried to check out the study itself, but the U.S. Trust page didn’t have a link. So I went to the original article in the L.A. Times. (http://lat.ms/oUvor4) The only information I got there was that U.S. Trust surveyed some millionaire boomers. But how many they surveyed, how they picked their sample, and so on I couldn’t ascertain. So I called a friend who manages money for millionaires. He was circumspect, of course. That’s his professional stance. But mostly he was “huh?” His logic? The multi-multi millionaires have more than they can possibly spend in their lifetimes, and their plans often include trusts for children and grandchildren.
The L.A. Times article also quotes Ken Dychtwald, a former economics guru who somehow manages to still be a quotable person, even though the recession flushed his “age-wave” theory down the tubes:
“Many boomers already are giving the equivalent of an inheritance, except they’re doling out the cash while they’re still alive, said Ken Dychtwald, chief executive of research firm Age Wave. They’re supporting elderly parents, adult children or other family members who are suffering professional or financial woes. ‘How can you say no when a child asks ask for a down payment for a house or money to remodel their house to have a bedroom for a second child?’ Dychtwald said. ‘A lot of boomers are finding that family members are taking cash advances on those inheritances right now.’”
In other words, come inheritance time, what with all we’ve spent sending out kids to college, helping them buy homes, getting our parents the best medical care, well, there just might not be that much money left. Let’s forget about the multi-millionaires. There aren’t that many of them anyway, and really, whether the Hiltons are putting away money for Paris or the Kardashians for their famous kids, I don’t give a hoot.
Let’s talk instead about the upper middle class or regular old middle class baby boomers whose 401ks and other retirement investments kind of shrunk during the recession. We aren’t nearly as rich as we thought we were. We also can expect to live well into our 80′s. It might be really hard if we want or need to retire to live just off principal so that there will be a chunk of money available (when we die) to our heirs. The continued resistance, indeed vilification, of a sensible medical system where people could get good care for relatively little money–the kind of system in place in Canada, Israel and many Western countries–makes more plausible the possibility that we shall have to finance our own care should we get hit with an illness in our older years.
I might have ignored this tweet, except that Creating Results (http://creatingresults.com), a PR company that focuses on BabyBoomers and seniors and that usually tweets important information about this enormous cohort of our population, picked up the same quote as Charz Kelso, and tweeted this:
To which I replied, “no way, silly study,” or somesuch. They came back with this (and by the way, I’m @wordwhacker on Twitter, for those of you who don’t know):
And that’s the point. For most of us, decisions about inheritance might be moot. We are not selfish. Far from it. So many of us are right now helping out unemployed recent college/professional school graduates. How could we possibly do otherwise? They’re our kids. Or we might be paying medical bills for the elderly and infirm. But how could we do otherwise? They’re our parents. Personally, I am grateful for how comfortable my husband and I are. And if we somehow amass a nice chunk of cash before we die, I’ll be really happy for my kids to have it. I’m glad I’m not so rich that I’m too busy spending everything I’ve got so that there will be nothing left for my children and (I hope) grandchildren when I leave this earth.
One more thing: Charz Kelso’s tweet reminded me of other ones that come through on my #babyboomer Twilert feed or comments I read online–young people all lathered up into a fury by right wing Republicans and Tea Party-ers because they say we’re taking their money when we get Social Security and Medicare Baby Boomers. I’m not going to argue that there aren’t problems with the way Social Security is set up now because there does seem to be a tipping point a couple decades from now when the system could go broke. Nonetheless, it’s not “their” money we’re getting. It’s money that has been taken from our paychecks every day of our working lives. It belongs to us. It is not a gift. It has been an investment.
Some things to consider:
- Clue your kids in about your finances. No, not when they’re in their teens, but if they’re adults, they should know where your money is invested and how you foresee financing the rest of your lives.
- Talk to them about what they’ll inherit. Look, we’re getting on to 60, and people die. Adult kids should have some idea how to access your assets. At some point, you should also have the “Suzie gets grandma’s china” discussion. Find out what is important to them and write it down. Your lawyer can keep a copy.
- Speaking of lawyers, have a will and a living will. Even if you don’t have that much money, it’s important that you leave clear instructions about what you want to happen when you die. Do you want your kids to sell your house and split the proceeds, or are you hoping one of them buys out the others? Be clear. Also, make it known what you want to happen to you–do you want “heroic measures,” i.e. feeding tubes, if you’re in a coma an not expected to revive? Do you want to be buried or cremated?
Finally, a shout out to Charz Kelso (who seems maybe to live in Singapore): That was a really well done tweet. For those of you interested in what makes a good tweet, note that he has all the elements: A new and interesting idea; a hashtag (#inheritance) under which this tweet will be filed and seen; a link to an article; wit.
As always, you can leave your comments here on the blog. You can find me on Facebook at facebook.com/Linda.Bernstein or facebook.com/LindaBernsteinPhD. On Twitter I’m @wordwhacker. Do you think Baby Boomers are selfish? Let me know.
Then it occurred to me that maybe the boiler had blown up (I live on the third floor in a NYC apartment building) or that a water main in the street had erupted. (This has happened too.) In the front hall, the china cabinet was shaking, and I yelled to my husband (who was home), “call the super,” while I went to knock on our next door neighbor’s door because I thought maybe he was doing something, um, earth shattering. Anyway, Kevin wasn’t home, and when I got back into the apartment, my husband said, “Marino said maybe it’s an earthquake.” By the time I got back to my computer, Twitter had confirmed it. While minutes before everyone had been tweeting about the fall of Tripoli, and I was especially caught up in the drama of CNN reporter Matthew Chance who was being held hostage at the Rixos hotel (now that’s a made-for-TV movie waiting to happen), now everyone was talking about the earthquake and within seconds I knew where the epicenter had been and had heard from people as far north as Toronto and as far south as Atlanta who had felt the rumblings. Then the earthquake jokes started, but within a couple hours, Twitter was once again concerned with Libya and other random stuff.
At first FEMA commended New Yorkers for using social media to check on their loved ones. That’s what we’re supposed to do, and that’s why YOU should be on Twitter. People in California pooh-pooh New Yorkers for even twitching at what was basically a tremor of 2.0 magnitude. But this was OUR earthquake. And then The New York Times “City Room Blog” published this: New York Earthquake Showed New Yorkers Had Bad Instincts – NYTimes.com http://nyti.ms/n4v4DN. Oops. Seems like all those buildings that evacuated into the street—bad idea. If this had been a real earthquake, glass could have gone flying and killed people. Ask anyone what to do in an earthquake: “Stand in a doorway,” is the old advice—something about which there’s some debate. Still, you don’t go out into the street. Then again, New Yorker have imprinted in their minds now all the World Trade Center workers who, on 9/11, were told to stay at their desks. And so . . . at least we got the Twitter part right.
Now, as if the East Coast hasn’t had enough, we’re about to get hit by a hurricane, some relatively rare in the Northeast. Again, people took to twitter. Lots of jokes. I posted a YouTube video of Jerry Garcia singing “Goodnight Irene.”
There has been much good information all day—links to maps of the hurricane path, to emergency management, and this:
A young reporter who volunteered to go to North Carolina and, I guess, storm chase, posted this:
Anyway, right now, with Irene barreling up the coast, there’s still time to get on Twitter so you can get links to evacuation maps, storm track maps, and all kinds of other important information. At another time, I’ll do a more in-depth blog about Twitter full of tips and tricks. But here’s how to add to your disaster management in three easy steps:
- Join Twitter. Go to www.twitter.com. You’ll need to chose your Twitter name, or “handle.” Lots of people use some form of their real names and sometimes put a “score” between them, like @John_Smith. If you have a common name, it will probably already be taken. So get creative. If you think you might in the future want to use your Twitter account, choose something appropriate, like @BestPlumber. Or you can be clever. I was clever (@Wordwhacker) and now I’m stuck with a handle that has nothing to do with my “brand.” Oh, well. But you can change your Twitter name or have a second account. Oh, you’ll need an email address.
- Fill in bio; put in picture (avatar). You can make your bio brief: “Susan Pancakes loves food. She’s the Pancake Queen.” But put something in; otherwise, you’ll look like a “bot,” that is, an robot account that does nothing but cause trouble and make Twitter Spam. Also, put a picture in. (Pictures are called “avatars” in Twitter, except nobody says that. They say “picture.) Nobody trusts a Twitter egg, the default avatar. If you don’t want to use your own picture (privacy issues? OK, I get it.), Google “daisies,” pull the picture from Google onto your desktop or save it in your files, and then select that.
- Start following people. Twitter is only as good as the people you follow. Since we’re thinking about emergencies right now, start by following your local radio and TV stations. Go to the “search” box on Twitter and type in the name. Twitter will then go to a page with “top tweets” that concern anything close to what you typed in. On the right side of the page, you’ll see a list of possible accounts. You’ll probably recognize the real one. (Most public figures/organizations have “verified” accounts, so you’ll see a blue check mark.) Click on the name, and then click on follow. Also, you can follow national news organizations, such as CNN (a good one), FOX, ABC, NBC, and CBS. See if your local newspaper has an account. You’ll probably also find reporters with accounts. You may want to follow @AARP (you are a boomer, after all). If you want, follow movie stars or Steven Colbert (@Steveathome). Follow anyone you know who is on twitter. For people you know, send them a tweet to let them know you’re on Twitter, so they’ll follow back. Tweet me (@wordwhacker), mention you read this, and I’ll follow you. Eventually, the more you interact, the more followers you’ll get. You’ll also get a lot of “bots,” but that’s another lesson. Meanwhile, here’s a good link from @PBS: http://ow.ly/6erJZ.
Some other things to think about as we go into the first hurricane to make landfall in the USA in three years:
- If you lose electricity, your electric phones won’t work. Now’s the time to find that old model that just plugs into the wall.
- Charge your cell phone. It’s possible that cell phone towers will experience problems too, but it’s also likely that you’ll have cell reception.
- Make sure you have jugs of water in your refrigerator and a couple of pails in your bathrooms. If the power goes out, eventually, toilets won’t flush.
- Know where your flashlights are in case the power goes out. That old radio that works on batteries? Find it and put in new batteries.
- Keep in touch. If you know anyone in the hurricane path who lives alone or who is infirm, check up on him or her, often.
- Call your kids. They worry.
As always, please leave comments on my website! I love comments. You can ask questions, too, because as long as my power stays on (and as I am in the Berkshires, it will go out tonight), I’ll be online Twittering away my time. Stay safe everyone.
Until last weekend, I don’t think I had spent a total of 60 minutes of my life thinking about Amy Winehouse. I liked her music OK, but I found her brand of uglifying herself and her life unappealing. When, immediately after her death was announced, her parents and handlers said they didn’t see it coming (an opinion that they amended in subsequent days), my thought was only that how didn’t they see the train sliding off the rails. YouTube videos of some of her final concerts (Amy Winehouse’s Onstage Meltdown – YouTube http://bit.ly/oTQiZt) show an out-of-it performer stumble onstage and even drag a backup singer to take over the vocals. She became more famous for her mishaps than her music.
Then I started thinking about her parents. Her father has stepped forward to announce that he will start a foundation in her name for people with addictions. (His assessment of the British National Health’s facilities for treatment is likely incorrect, however. The National Treatment Agency disputed Mitch Winehouse’s claim that there is a two-year waiting list. They say 94% of people who request treatment receive it within three weeks.) In some way this gesture must be therapeutic for him. But there’s still the undeniable fact that his daughter is dead, forever and ever.
I’m not sure at all how parents deal with seeing their adult children self-destruct. Even many of us with absolutely normal kids spend a lot of time agonizing over their happiness. My friends and readers have been aware that my main focus this week (besides the debt ceiling) has been my kids, their significant others, and the bar exam. They have been studying all summer, and on Tuesday they got up very early and sat down to six hours of testing. They completed another six-hour round today. Tomorrow my son and his girlfriend take the New Jersey Bar (which I maintain must have questions about the Jersey Shore, Pineys, and the New Jersey Devil). Yes, my children have done things that are dangerous (most of which I probably don’t know about), and they have at times given me due cause for worry. But they are alive, in Brooklyn, and I think that they’ll get over the hurdles of finding jobs and places to live. They are alive. They drive me crazy. They are alive and functioning.
I also spent time this weekend thinking about Charlene Spierer, the mother of the missing 20-year-old from Indiana University, a woman I knew when the family lived nearby and our daughters were besties in elementary school. As the search for Lauren has passed out of the news cycle, Charlene and Robert remain in Bloomington, waiting for answers. All the volunteers and the press have noted their graciousness, a perfect word to describe their composure during this trying time, their generosity to the community, their earnest wish—belief, rather—that someone who knows something will step forward.
Charlene wrote an open letter on their blog (http://newsonlaurens.blogspot.com) six days ago describing what it is like to wake each morning hoping that today is the day they “find” her. How they in their hearts are defining “find” I cannot know. I can feel their pain, though, their anxiety. I think about how they “don’t know” and I get a headache, a heartache. I joke about a nightmare I had of being in the Apple Store and of the geniuses not being able to fix “it” (unspecified in the dream). It was a dream about my anxiety about my kids, though, and when I awoke, I felt I had a nightmare. Charlene, Robert, their lovely daughter Rebecca, their nieces Emily and Ariel, all the family, are in a living nightmare.
When she was 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, the years she was so close to Rebecca, my daughter used to say, “isn’t Charlene the nicest person you know?” Yes, the answer is yes.
Our kids do dangerous things. We worry. But some people have a lot more to worry about than others. Terrible things happen; some of them can be prevented, some of them can’t. Our job as parents is to be there for our kids, even when they’re adults. I called my son tonight and said, “It’s your cheerleader. I’m carrying pom-poms, making a pyramid. You go!” I called my daughter and said, “Wow. It’s over. What are you doing to celebrate?”
I plead with the parents of Lauren’s friends: Talk to your kids. Support them as they come forward and do the right thing. Think about Charlene’s nightmare. Your kids will be fine. They are alive.
The picture of Lauren is blurry because it was taken with a surveillance camera and is the last known image of her.
I know I always end with bullet points, but only two tonight:
- Even something small could be big. The telephone number for the Bloomington Police Department is 812-339-4477. “America’s Most Wanted” is also taking calls: 800-Crime-TV (800-274-6388). For more information, check the website http://findlauren.com.
- We are also facing a financial crisis in this country. Call your congress people. We live in a democracy; what we say counts. If you need your congress person’s telephone, check http://house.gov and http://senate.gov. You can also find many of them on Facebook—like their pages to leave comments. Or if you’re on Twitter, tweet at them.
As always, I love your comments, even ones from nuclear physicists. You can find me on Facebook at either www.facebook.com/Linda.Bernstein or www.facebook.com/LindaBernsteinPhD. My Twitter handle is @wordwhacker, and on Google+ I’m gplus.to/lindabernstein.
I love Yiddish and wish I had actually paid attention when my father tried to teach me to read it. The language is vivid, flexible, and has kinds of words not found in many languages, such as a distinct term to denote the familial relationship between a man and his mother-in-law. I don’t know that one. In fact, when it comes to in-laws, I’m reduced to one word: machatonim—the meshpuchah (family) into which your child marries.
Technically, I needn’t be thinking about this yet. Neither my son nor my daughter is engaged. It’s not something I’m waiting for with baited breath, either. I really like the current boyfriend and girlfriend and if engagements occur, I’ll be happy. Meanwhile, though . . . well, it will happen when it happens.
(One thing that might be delaying the engagement thing: right now, my kids and their significant others are unemployed lawyers, but that’s another column. In the meantime, check out this from The New York Times: http://nyti.ms/oM4yVi about the law school racket, how the schools churn out more and more lawyers in the face of fewer and fewer jobs while the presidents and faculties get rich)
But during the past two-and-a-half years, as both became romantically attached, they developed strong relationships with other families. At first, I did not like this. I still sometimes feel a little piqued or put upon when my son or daughter chooses to spend time with the boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s family when I really want them to be home with us. I admit to the itsy bitsy part of me that wishes they were still little and totally dependent on us for everything, when we were their world. (Well, I got that over with. By the time I finished typing that sentence, I went back to loving that they’re independent and interesting young adults.)
Of course, I kind of knew this would happen. But I also sort figured my daughter would marry her brother’s first friend (son of good friends of ours—didn’t happen). I also wanted my children to have much better relationships with their in-laws than I had with mine. My in-law problem had much to do with geography—they lived in Florida and came to New York City three times from the day I married their son until they died. My husband and I, later with the kids, went to Florida for at least a week a year, but we never grew close.
My parents and my in-laws were a bad match, too. Not that they actively disliked each other. They just had nothing in common. Maybe they’d call each other on holidays, but that was it.
So, I am pleasantly surprised that my children picked partners with really nice families with good values. In the realm of coincidences possible in this life, my daughter fell in love with a young man from the small town nearest to our country house. So we started seeing his parents socially every now and then—movies, informal dinners. Now it’s more often. Yesterday afternoon I found myself in town in the hardware store, frustrated that I couldn’t find a crock just right for making cucumber half sour pickles like the ones my grandmother made. It occurred to me that I was a 1 minute drive from Dave’s folks. So I picked up my iPhone and spent the next two hours sitting on the front porch of a Victorian era farmhouse. Nice. My son’s girlfriend’s mom and I have been exchanging emails as the kids study for the bar exam. Her dad is on Facebook, and sometimes I see him there. Nice. My son’s girlfriend’s family go to the shore for a vacation each year; my son is joining them. Nice. My daughter’s boyfriend’s family goes to a lake in Maine, and she’ll be part of that group. Nice.
There’s no name for this expansion of family pre-marriage. We have new friends, not necessarily besties, but people we like. Our kids have other adults with whom they interact, about whom they care. I suppose there would have been a word in Yiddish, should the language have evolved in that direction. (The only people who actively and daily use language, aside from some cultural enthusiasts, are certain sects of Orthodox Jews who do not, I imagine, have these kinds of relationships since their kids get married. Early.) Me, the word person—I’m willing to just enjoy the feeling.
- Follow your kids’ lead. My kids weren’t the type to “bring home” just anyone. When they were ready, we were happy to meet the person. I’ve always tried not to pressure or nag, though, I must say, I haven’t always succeeded. So I say, “follow your kids’ lead” in the spirit of “take this good advice I’ve heard from others,” not, “oh, follow my example.”
- Try not to mention ex-boyfriends or ex-girlfriends. We’ve been pretty good about that, though sometimes it’s hard not to mention them especially when they play a role in a funny story. My rule here is that you get to tell the story, but you don’t emphasize the ex.
- Don’t call a current boyfriend or girlfriend by an ex’s name. I mention this because I’ve done it. My son dated a girl named Megan in high school, and I sometimes call the dog Megan. I don’t get it.
- Be there for your kid, even when the significant other is in the right. A corollary to this is that even after a break-up, don’t overly malign the ex because they might get back together. A former boss whose kids were a bit older than my gave me this advice: her daughter unengaged and re-engaged about three times before that relationship finally bit the dust.
As always, I invite your comments and would love to hear your almost-in-law stories.