Just today I was once again reminded why I’m glad I am a woman of “a certain age.”
Out shopping, I spied a lovely young lady colorfully clad in a sundress of brightly hued flowers. As I found myself beginning to envy her youthful energy and the bounce to her step, I became aware of what I consider to be a huge fashion faux pas on her part. She clashed! Now, I don’t mean her outfit and her accessories. I mean her body! One entire forearm was adorned with the figure of a large fire-breathing dragon while her other arm boasted an equally large bouquet of roses surrounded by scarlet hearts. These were, most definitely, not coordinated themes, nor did either provide the appropriately muted backdrop for her wildly colorful dress. The backs of her knees sported figures too but I wasn’t close enough to discern what they were. Wow! And I had been worrying about covering up my spider veins, freckles, and age spots!
We boomer gals undeniably partook in plenty of youthful follies. But we focused most of the damage on our internal organs. Therefore we’ve survived our share of keg parties, an inhalation or two, and various other not-so-bright activities with few outward signs of wear and tear. Today’s whippersnappers seemed to have pierced and tattooed their way to multiple long-lasting reminders of their own dewy days of youth.
Without question, we have enjoyed a number of generational blessings that have enriched our lives. But I, for one, find myself grateful for the small things. The following are 7 reasons I’m glad I am not young:
- I’ve never had to consider piercing anything on my body beyond my earlobes.
- For much of my life, when I phoned customer service, I immediately spoke with an actual, flesh and blood person! Plus, (and big bonus here) they were trained to be polite and helpful.
- When I was young, there were no entertainment centers—no multiple switches, remotes, wires, and unintelligible manuals. There was a TV with rabbit ears, a dial, and one, elegantly simple, on/off switch.
- I’ve never had to deal with the heartbreak of a full-blown Internet or cellphone addiction.
- I remember when people used real words and not just unpronounceable acronyms.
- Sixties’ and Seventies’ rock ‘n’ roll was the BEST and I know, without a doubt, that we boomers have never lacked for “cool.”
- We continue to be the grooviest generation on the planet.
Okay, so I might be sounding old, judgmental, and crotchety. But, hey, I am! And, I’m proud of it! Yes, life is pretty great on the far side of fifty and nothing beats being a feisty old broad with attitude!