Yesterday I learned (confirmed rather) that I have the aesthetic of an old man. This was revealed at the first meeting of my Legends of Arthur class. First, let me say I was really worried this would be a class filled with high level nerds, the geekdom of which I would never dare to challenge or reach. Thus, it had the potential to be really wonderful or extremely awful. Little did I know, I would end up looking (possibly being) the biggest dweeb there.
After passing around the syllabus and taking attendance, the professor (a monumentally cool Canadian woman) asked us all what we could remember as our first exposure to the Arthurian myths and legends. A few different sources were mentioned. When she called on me, I told her that my first exposure to the legend was through Prince Valiant in the Sunday comics. “Thank you for reminding me of Prince Valiant!” she exclaimed. Apparently, in all her years of teaching the course, no one had ever mentioned Prince Valiant before. (Here's where I become an old man): Prince Valiant is how her father was exposed to the legends as a child growing up in the 1930's.
Maybe I should just buy a sweater vest and call it a day.
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