Read quite a good article about women and age and how we're all obsessed by it. Only problem was the writer kept telling us what weird beauty treatments she has to stay looking young and even had a "derm". She was 46 so I've got a bit to go before that.
I'm still determined not to buy in to all the plastic crap though. I've always been a bit obsessed by age from the moment my 38-year-old mother started going out with a man of 32. That was years ago and he's now my stepfather of 54.
When I was 20 I went out with a heroin addict who was much older. I was so besotted with him I actually wanted to look as wrecked as he did. I was annoyed then that I wasn't older. Then at 25 I went to university as a mature student, everyone there constantly gasped in shock.
"Oh my god you are so old"
And that's been the catchphrase ever since, as most of my friends happen to be younger.
I know what triggered the age thought process. It was a realisation that I only ever listen to Radio 4 these days and am sitting here with Bach in the background as I work, having decided I don't like Beethoven.
If that's not a woman mentally attuning herself to turn FOUR-O in a year I don't know what is.
Thursday, 17 May 2007
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