And Now Demographically Challenged to Boot
So tonight at the stroke of midnight, I turn into a pumpkin.
Not just any pumpkin, mind you, but an instantly old, unhip, and unimportant pumpkin. At least according to Madison Avenue.
Yes, I'll turn 35.
No longer will I get to check the little box on the surveys for the 18-34 age group. I'm out. I'm lumped in with the 50 year olds at this point. Although that isn't necessarily a bad thing, I just need some time to readjust. I'm sure come tomorrow, I'll be scratching my head at the commercials and wondering what the fuss is over the Black-Eyed Peas. Well, actually I'm there already, so I'm apparently way past my prime.
Am I now officially too old to have hair that goes down to my mid-back? How about pony tails?
Even in my 20's, I was all about comfort over fashion, so my penchant for wearing only comfortable shoes except to weddings, job interviews, and funerals will suddenly match my age status.
Do I even get any status? I think 35 is an age that is a big deal only to the person who is experiencing it.
I am not anywhere I thought I would be at this age. Hubba-hubba should have been graduating law school and taking the bar exam shortly thereafter. I was supposed to be only now pregnant or trying to get pregnant with our first child. We should have tons of money and a big house with a large backyard.
Then again, according to my pre-teen self, I should already have been a world famous actress, singer, and model. So I guess I am not doing too badly.
But if 40 is the new 30, then damnit, I'm only 25!
Not just any pumpkin, mind you, but an instantly old, unhip, and unimportant pumpkin. At least according to Madison Avenue.
Yes, I'll turn 35.
No longer will I get to check the little box on the surveys for the 18-34 age group. I'm out. I'm lumped in with the 50 year olds at this point. Although that isn't necessarily a bad thing, I just need some time to readjust. I'm sure come tomorrow, I'll be scratching my head at the commercials and wondering what the fuss is over the Black-Eyed Peas. Well, actually I'm there already, so I'm apparently way past my prime.
Am I now officially too old to have hair that goes down to my mid-back? How about pony tails?
Even in my 20's, I was all about comfort over fashion, so my penchant for wearing only comfortable shoes except to weddings, job interviews, and funerals will suddenly match my age status.
Do I even get any status? I think 35 is an age that is a big deal only to the person who is experiencing it.
I am not anywhere I thought I would be at this age. Hubba-hubba should have been graduating law school and taking the bar exam shortly thereafter. I was supposed to be only now pregnant or trying to get pregnant with our first child. We should have tons of money and a big house with a large backyard.
Then again, according to my pre-teen self, I should already have been a world famous actress, singer, and model. So I guess I am not doing too badly.
But if 40 is the new 30, then damnit, I'm only 25!
Comments
I'm trying to remember way back, but I think 35 was a very good year!
Hey - I'm inching up to 40, and I now wear comfortable shoes everywhere INCLUDING weddings, funerals and job interviews :-)
Happy birthday and welcome to the club! I've been at 35 for 6months now, and I'm very used to my un-hip status. You seem pretty hip to me in that you have an ipod, use it regularly and know how to download songs. I have the Ipod (a gift also), but don't really do the rest. Enjoy your day!!
-Tracy
Happy happy, Gina. I hope 35 is as great a year for you as it was for me.
Suzanne
Does it help if I say that seem young to me?
Happy Birthday!
Enjoyed reading. thanks!
I love reading your blog and thought I would leave a note this time around...I can't miss the opportunity to wish a Happy Birthday!
Happy belated birthday! Hope it was terrific. Thirty-five isn't that bad -- it's still mid-thirties, unlike the birthday I am facing in a few months, which will plant me squarely in the late-thirties age bracket.
Thank you everyone! I appreciate all your kind thoughts, from old friends as well as new.
Kisses....
Happy Birthday Gina!