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Here's something to further crush your spirit. I'm 51, but I like to mix things up here and there when it comes to condiments, music, and peanut butter brands. I've always felt like everything I really like has a fairly short shelf life (not the music). Well, I wasn't wrong. Apparently, I'm a "harbinger of failure." It's an actual marketing term: https://arstechnica.com/science/2015/12/certain-customers-spell-doom-for-new-products/.

According to the article, “Harbingers have preferences that are systematically different from other customers,” so maybe it's a good thing?

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Furthermore, Jeff, you like the Boom Town Rats, your opinion of Pink Floyd carries little weight, unlike your jeans.

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It’s cool because I quit giving two shits what anybody else thinks as well.

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Hey Jeff: Thanks for the thought-provoking column. I too have noticed that my opinions and preferences no longer matter as much. Although I have a lot more money to spend than when I was younger it does not seem to matter as much to marketing folks. And I am constantly frustrated that the musical guest on SNL is usually a band or performer I have never heard of! And there are no new Theresa's either!

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I started noticing that no one was interested in what I had to say about the time I turned 55. Shortly after that, I let my hair go white - and I was even less relevant - if that's possible. It's a come-uppance, for certain, when you realize that your opinions and thoughts are no longer interesting to anyone (except maybe someone your age).

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