Leeann writes about what it’s like to be our age. My main old-age hang-up – aside from the scary forgetting what I was thinking about five seconds ago that everyone gets – is feeling like things I’ve done and been into most of my life are now “old lady things” and that people will see them as evidence that I am over the hill. Like sensible shoes. I have worn high heels but mostly I have always worn flats or low, wedge heels. Always. Even when I was in my 20’s. That’s always made me feel a wee bit superior because I was smart enough to be kind to my feet instead of being a slave to fashion. Now I’m just like the rest of the old ladies.
I sew on a 100+/- year old treadle sewing machine. Who does that? Grannies, that’s who. I’ve always thought it was cool because hardly anyone else uses one, and certainly no young people were using them. Lots of people have them and they just sit in the corner, folded up, holding a bouquet of flowers or something. I actually use mine and that’s cool because it’s unique and because I’ve been “green” since green was nothing but a color. But now I’m getting to the age when people are going to think, “Poor old thing can’t handle a modern, electric sewing machine.”
And hot tea. Lots of people drink tea but when you live in the U.S. and you get to a certain age, tea is an old lady thing. And classical music. Only old people listen to that, right? And pink slacks. I wouldn’t even have thought of that one but my husband told me that only old ladies wear pink slacks. (Thanks, dear.) It seems like more than half the stuff I like is now “old lady stuff” and I want to tell everyone, “Hey, I’ve always done this and when I was in my 20’s and 30’s it was cool because nobody else was doing it. I was a hipster before they even invented the word.” But I never get the chance and it doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing an old person does is cool and telling people you used to be cool is really not cool.
But wait! Let me tell you about my smart phone.