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| It's the one in the red pants... |
Twice
today I felt every one of my 35 years, and given I still like to fool myself
into thinking I'm 21, I didn't really like it.
During
dinner with a gorgeous friend who is five months pregnant, she was recounting a
story from her Doctor which included the comment "given your
age". I was gobsmacked. "What do you mean, given your age?" I
asked with a tone that indicted the Doctor must be an idiot. "You are only
34. What is he talking about?" We all know that 34 is the new 24, which is
super young. It wasn't until my dear friend rightly pointed out that in fact 34
is on the later side for a woman to be having her first baby. She then quoted a
load of stats that made me realise the only place where 34 is the new 24, is in
my head!
The
second incident was slightly more entertaining. Today I happen to catch One
Direction appearing live on the Today show. I spent a good 10 minutes passing
judgment on the pathetic teenage girls crying and carrying on over a boy band.
At the eleventh minute I found myself checking out one of the One Direction
boys. Two thoughts went through my mind. First: "The one in the red
jeans is a bit hot". The second thoughts moments later: "OMG, is he
even 17? Is that even legal? Oh no… I feel like a dirty old perv." Thirty-five
sucks.
But hold
on... there is an upside. I goggled said boy in red jeans and he is actually
20. Mass relief, I am not a pervert. Now that IS something to be grateful for!
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