Meet the new old? Hi.

Meet The New OldWhile the media is telling us 40 is the new 30, the message I’ve been getting from the man and woman on the street is that 41 is the new 61.

Really people – I’m not all that old.

Gray Hair – yes. Fat – yes. Achy – yes. Grumpy, grumbly, complainy and many of the other dwarves too – yes. But old? Not so much.

Now I’m not claiming I’m young, I’ve worked hard and long to get my flowing gray locks.  But  since I plan to stick around ’til I’m in my 80s, I’m technically "middle aged". (Do the math 85/2 = > 42.5)

And hey, even if I was old:

  1. I wouldn’t think I was… I hear there’s a lovely retirement home near a river in Egypt.
  2. I’m not old
  3. I’d be crowing about it… woo hoo… I’m old.  I made it.  I didn’t kick off early.  Yay me! 
  4. I’d have even more, even slicker gray hair! Actually, by then it’ll be a really cool silver colour.
  5. I’d
    be following my grannie’s advice: if you are old you don’t have to be
    nice or polite to anyone any more! (Trust me… this IS me being nice
    and polite… you don’t want to be around when I get official
    permission to stop working at it.)

Geeze people, do I really need to dye my hair just so you don’t dismiss me as due to grayophobia?

FYI – this rant brought to you by the 3 separate people this week: a teen who gave up his seat for me on the street
car, how sweet of him.  A 30-year-old who called his co-workers
"older" and then started apologising to me.  I’m not his co-worker.  And a grandfather who was critiquing an ad with me.  I said I didn’t
relate to the ad because it effected a baby, and he suggested that perhaps it would work better for me if they
focused on the
"old woman". Then he got really twitchy, glancing awkwardly side-to-side as if he was looking for a place to hide and suggest "or or or… er um…maybe the old man."


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4 thoughts on “Meet the new old? Hi.

  • October 5, 2006 at 3:48 pm
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    Bah, screw old. I’m far happier being cranky. Being the crazy guy down the street suits me far better. And that’s timeless. You can be a crazy old person or a crazy young person. Hell, it doesn’t even go by gender lines.
    Well, unless you throw cats. ‘Cuz if you throw cats, yer a crazy cat lady.
    You don’t throw cats, do you?
    Von

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  • October 6, 2006 at 12:24 pm
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    Hilarious. And I feel your pain – whenever I go shopping with my father, people assume I’m his wife. My father is 56 and I am 31. Also, when I was seventeen, a nurse thought that I was my brother’s mother – and he’s THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME.
    You know I would kill to have your hair.

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  • October 6, 2006 at 1:39 pm
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    Oh I get that one too. The upside of this is that I could buy booze and get into bars without id when I was 15. Not that I ever would of course. But the funny thing (to me) is that until 4 years ago people assumed I was 10 years younger than I am.

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