Yesterday in class, I mentioned the song White Rabbit (it was relevant to the discussion, honest). Seventy pairs of eyes stared at me blankly. So, I helpfully added, "It's a song. By Jefferson Airplane." More blank stares.
So I was feeling pretty ancient, and the fact that my birthday's next week isn't helping.
Then after class, one of the students stoppped by my office to ask a question. He noticed my small collection of Freud toys. "What are those toys?" he asked. "Sigmund Freud," I replied. Brief pause. "Who's Sigmund Freud?"
So it's not that I'm old, it's just that my students are ignorant.