Traffic jams are good for something. For one, they give you time to file your finger nails, read Twitter or just think. I did the latter today and pondered a trivially important matter: what should we call ourselves?
As I was driving to a lunch appointment today, I ran into a traffic jam caused by a road repairs. I checked the traffic ahead of me in Google Maps and it was a longie, so I knew I had time to think.
My lunch was with a couple of friends who are more or less the same age as me. Once upon a time, I would have thought of it as a Yuppie Lunch. Just in case you are too young, to know, here’s how Wikipedia defines “yuppie,”
The term yuppie (short for “young urban professional” or “young upwardly-mobile professional”) refers to an 1980s and early 1990s term for financially secure, upper-middle class young people in their 20s and early 30s. 
That is, a subset of the Baby Boomer generation, the professional, ambitious ones who wanted to get ahead and live the good life (and look the part while doing so).
The problem is that we are no longer Young (sorry, 57 is not “the new 37,” it is still 57). We are still Urban and Professional and some of us are even still trying to move Up. So, what should we call ourselves instead, I wondered, as I watched a TEDtalk on my iPhone, resting on the steering wheel.
I thought that Guppie would be appropriate. That would stand for Geriatric Urban Professionals. We are not really in the geriatric stage, yet, but, hey, we’ve always been at the (b)leading edge and one step ahead of the game. So why not pick a label that can stand the test of time?
One of my lunch friends suggested Muppie, instead, for Mature Urban Professionals. I liked that. I thought it was really clever.
Later, somebody suggested Guppie, but referring to Gray (as in Gray Power), instead of Geriatric. I like that, too.
So there you have it. We have to make a decision. We have to choose. Muppie, Guppie or Guppie?
But, wait, maybe we don’t have to decide after all! We can muddle along between Muppy and Guppie and, then, like with the national deficit, we can leave it to our kids to make the final choice. Although, I am not sure that either term will apply when we start wearing adult diapers. We won’t be Upward anything and even less so Professionals.
The one thing we’ll be for sure is GOFs: Grumpy Old Farts.
What do you think? What’s your favorite term?