One of my best friends sent me a text message today from her vacation in California that said "I'm destined to be a spinster. :(" Being the caring friend I am, I assured her that being single at the age of 25 isn't an indication of sure spinsterhood, to which she replied "I know. I'm feeling bad because I was told last night that I'm hot... for being 25. :( Waahh!"
To cheer her up, I reminded her of the time four years ago when she and I both worked for a major (and majorly crappy) retail chain while we were in college, and one of the stock boys asked me how old I was; when I told him that I was 21 years old, he responded with "Damn! You look good for your age!" Which made me feel like I was a reasonably attractive grandma.
I blame society, of course. When Miley Cyrus, who just started puberty like, last week, is considered a sex symbol, and Jamie Lynn Spears becomes a mom at the same age that I was figuring out what "second base" was, it's totally understandable that people my age are considered to be old fogies. If I was already looking good "for my age" at 21, I fully anticipate using a cane and complaining loudly about bunions at the ripe old age of 32. It's no wonder that there's this new "Quarter-Life Crisis" phenomenon among 20-something females. We hit 25, and we're suddenly past our prime.
Now if you'll all excuse me, I need to go put in my dentures.