As the American workforce enters a new era of pressing its slaves to continue toiling away well into their 70s thanks to a diminishing social security honeypot and wages that might as well be pennies or shells, it’s only natural that we’ll be seeing a lot more grays in the environment.
That being said, it’s only going to become more of a challenge for those with a noticeably wrinkled face and thinning hair to “fit in” among their discriminatory “peers” at work (think Doris in Hello, My Name Is Doris). Though youths can pretend to act unaffected and non-repulsed by those who are older than them, it’s written all over their face and body language. It’s as though spending too much time around them will infect them with the disease of oldness or something.
Thus, the old person (usually, you’re deemed old in an office setting around the time you hit forty), will try his or her best to “look cool,” which results in just the kind of conspicuousness he or she should be avoiding. Further, he or she will probably try to act as though he or she has any idea what the fuck youths are saying when they bandy terms like “conversion rate” and “engagement,” which sound like, to someone of a bygone era, something pertaining to religion or marriage.