|Evelyn Couch said it best: "I can't even look at my own vagina!"|
My grandmother looked in the mirror one morning on her 92nd birthday and shrieked, "Who is that woman? It's not me."
On the playground of life it is like Freaky Friday: Young kids want to be adults; adults prefer to act like kids. The age divide splits us from baby, to toddler, child, school kid, pre-adolescent, tween, teen, young adult, young person, 20-something, 30-something, "Over the Hill," old, octogenarian, centenarian, dead. In the middle ages you were rudely a child, a man or geriatric. 3 stages of life. Now, the stages grew to 9 thanks to Erikson, now up to 30 thanks to Super Mario Brothers.
By increasing the stages of age, the strictures are enforced. The subtlety in development is painstakingly tracked. By 30 you must have acquired maturity. If not, you lie.
Middle age women are smart: they don't reveal their age.
Gay men lie.
Straight men don't care. Unless were talking about controlled substances.
Kids lie to get alcohol or cigs. But they expect adults to uphold integrity.
An online buddy asked me if it was ethical to lie about age on a personal ad.
It is apparently a controversial topic.
If you're 25 on a personal ad, in real life your true age is probably anywhere in the range from 21 - 29.
But if you are 30 on an ad you are actually more likely to be 40. If you're really 17 you are most likely going to say you're 18. If you are telling the truth, you're either desperate, or taking what you can get.
A bouncer asked for my ID and after looking at it said, "Hey, you look 23 and still in college, but when you opened your mouth and started talking, I knew you were 30 and working"
The face (or body) says one thing while our words says another. Our age belies our wisdom while our wisdom never depends on age.
The youth Benjamin Button dies forgetting what he learned as an old man. Rip Van Winkle wakes up and literally times has flown by. If it is true that "every day a little death" then all of us should feel a lot more humble.
image credit: Fried Green Tomatoes (1991) © Universal Pictures