On the plane today I got talking to the young woman (fresh out of high school) in the seat next to me. We were talking about books, and I'm an author. Yada yada. I start telling her about my new MG book, and the easiest shorthand for me to describe the setting is the forest on Endor—you know, a forest, with the massive trees—but I was worried even before I pulled out the reference that she might have no clue what Endor is. So instead of just throwing Endor out there, I kind of sidle up to the reference and say: have you seen Star Wars? Not only had she not seen it, she stared at me LIKE SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS!
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. But mostly, I felt old, a dusty relic from some bygone age. Sigh.