A woman I work with (she’s around my age and has, like me, an extensive background in an industry that everyone’s predicting will be as dead as spoken Latin in the next decade, i.e., print magazines) was talking about an online project for which she needs to hire someone. The job, she says, is incredibly basic, but one that is nonetheless daunting to those of us Formerlies who need to learn an entirely new language comprised entirely of acronyms to even begin to fathom what is required.

“What I need, a trained monkey could do,” she said. “A trained monkey, or anyone under 25.”

I knew exactly what she meant. Yes, I blog, which makes me less hopeless than many people of Formerly age, and you, too, by virtue of the fact that you’re reading this. Still, there are quite a pack of us who are sticking their fingers in their ears and saying, “Lalalalala” in hopes that all this noise about the Internet will just go away so they don’t have to learn how to function beyond ordering shoes from Zappos. Fewer and fewer, but it’s a learning curve, that’s for sure.

Anyway, coincidentally, my friend Ronni sent me this. Says it all, no? Ignore the fact that it says “blond” goes back to work. It seemed more like “Formerly” goes back to work. Or at least needs to break herself of the carriage return habit.