I am 32 soon to be 33 in week and a half . I am not old. I feel old sometimes, but I'm actually not.
I work with college students who are -currently- born of the same generation I was born into. My teenage years were in the 90's, their elementary school years were in the 90's.
So I am having a conversation with a nice student. She is 19 years old. We are talking about costume parties for some weird reason I can't recall. She tells me that she went to a party recently that had a super hero theme and a ton of people dressed as "Quailman" and then says this to me:
"He's a superhero from this cartoon, he's like from my generation and stuff so you wouldn't be familiar with him. It was from the 90's."
How ancient does this girl think I am? Suddenly my afropuff/pigtails felt desperate rather than adorable. My whimsical office art seemed childish. Perhaps I was supposed to have on a festive holiday sweater, offer some hardcandy in a dish and start my conversations with, "Well I'm on a fixed income so..."
I went home to my loving Hubs to get some sympathy. I told him, "She made me feel so old! I was a teenager in the 90's! I know everything about the 90's!"
Hubs raised his eyebows at me and asked, "What was the name of the superhero?"
I shrugged. I couldn't remember at the moment.
My handsome not-yet-murdered-in-his-sleep husband smirked at me and poured salt directly in my wound by asking, "Had you ever heard of the superhero she was talking about?"
No I had not heard of that stupid superhero. But that is SO not the point.
The point is, fuck you, I am not old.