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Trekkies: The Lost Generation



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Mommy's log, star date 2009: As crew and I settle in for viewing of ancient television transmission, older child informs me that younger child is "looking" at her, then resorts to physical violence; forced to intervene to stop bloodshed. Able to prevent infliction of permanent damage; both parties confined to quarters indefinitely.

And so began my attempt to expose my children to my favorite childhood show, Star Trek.

Yes, I'm a Trekkie and proud of it! How could a person not like the boyish energy displayed by Mr. Scott as he's coming up with a plan to repair the warp engines (which, in retrospect, were damaged in a fair number of episodes), so the USS Enterprise could: (a) extract itself from a mysterious deep-space web or (b) race toward the sun at warp 8 to gather enough energy to fling the Enterprise and her crew back into the correct century?

And who doesn't get the giggles when Bones utters his classic catchphrase, "I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer/escalator/engineer"?

But, I've never felt the gapping maw of the generation gap more than I did when I tried to share with my children the happiness I myself felt as a child watching Captain Kirk fight off an evil shape-shifter who's trying to suck all the salt out of his body or Mr. Spock bring down humanoids twice his size with the Vulcan Nerve Pinch. That one hour I spent voyaging with the starship Enterprise every afternoon after school (I'm far too young to have actually watched the series when it was still in production!) was magical.

Suffice it to say that my children do not share my love of Star Trek. The only thing they seemed even remotely interested were Tribbles (who wouldn't love a purring ball of fur that reproduces every time it eats?). Their comments that the aliens were "so fake-looking" (well duh, they didn't have the budget to cast real aliens – ha, ha!) and that the special effects were pretty lame (come on, tilting the camera and having the actors lean and fall out of their chairs was pretty high-tech for the 1960's!) really started to get on my nerves.

Star Trek was the magic for my generation. We didn't have Harry Potter with his three-dimensional fight against Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic or his ability to conjure up a Patronus from the tip of his wand. We had the Vulcan Mind Meld and the giant hand of Apollo reaching out to hold the Enterprise and demanding the crew beam down to worship him, and we liked it!

But I had to give it a shot. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I hadn't at least tried to introduce my children to James T. Kirk, Yeoman Rand, and the final frontier.

Mommy's log, supplemental: Crew's condition – unknown. Hearing strange noises from behind quarter doors, but too exhausted to investigate. Will try once more to teach the crew about important cultural history by taking them to see Star Trek: The Movie, but then must abandon mission before all power is depleted. Mommy out.

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