I just turned 27 this month and it occurred to me that I was a mere three years away from my 30th birthday. I am a fairly attractive and youthful woman, and I am even commonly mistaken for a high school student or a teenager, even by teenagers themselves. However, immediately after breaking the news to them that I am indeed not one of their peers, I am normally greeted with a horrified expression and a “wow” upon their comprehension of my true age. I am not sure if I am supposed to feel flattered – that they didn’t in a million years suspect my antiquity – or if I am supposed to similarly feel distaste and horror at the surging advancement of my years. >>>Click here to read full article
November 12, 2008...1:06 am
When Are You Old?
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