Guest blogger, Babynames.com's Jennifer Moss, on the blessing and curse of not appearing her age.
OK, I know it's supposed to be a blessing that I look 20 years younger than I am, but just this past week I was carded for buying.... COUGH MEDICINE!
I mean, REALLY? Cough medicine? In exactly one month I'll be turning 45 years old. Yes, folks, I was born during the Kennedy administration, and for once, I'd like to be respected for my experience, age and maturity.
Other things that have happened to me in the past year:
* A mother dropped her daughter off at our house for a sleepover with my daughter. I introduced myself to her at the door and she said to me "Is there an adult home?"
| * I was carded when buying a ticket to an R-Rated movie. THAT'S 17!! I KNOW I must look older than that. At least 25. PLEASE! * A Body Shop employee referred to my daughter as "your friend over there," and when I said, "Oh you mean my daughter?" she looked at me as though she saw a ghost. * When I bought a bottle of wine and got carded, the lady thought it was so funny that |
My friends and family say "Wah, wah, qwitcher bitchin'.. some women would give anything to have your problem!" Or other meaner words to that effect. But I put a lot of EFFORT and TIME into being 45 and although I'm not a fan of grey hair and wrinkles—I'll fight them any way I can—I think I deserve the recognition that comes with age.
I'll post again about this in 10 years. Hopefully by then I'll at least look 30.
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