The tagline for this blog has always been, “The rebel of the 21st century will be old fashioned.” I could add that the true rebel of this century might just be old.
I don’t want to write a screed about our society’s wretched worship of youth, but I will say this:
I love being 35. Our media worships being a teenager, but that’s all just for marketing and easy profit. I hated being a teenager. I work with teenagers, and most of them seem to hate it, too. It’s a painful, constricted time.
Being 25 was ten times better than being 15, and being 35 is ten times better than that. I can’t wait to be 45, and I have no doubt that being 55 will blow my mind. I can’t be the only person who feels this way.