A girl in the office turned 28 today. She lamented her approach towards 30. I laughed. Someone advised her to start lying about her age. If people in their 20s have to lie about their age, then what hope do us ancient 30-somethings have?
If you've seen the movie The Holiday you will be familiar with this "statistic" - "A woman 35 or over has a better chance of being killed by a terrorist than getting married."
I am so fucking screwed. I've got 4 months till I'm sentenced to death by terrorism? Great! Well, I guess I will no longer have to worry about my weight, gray hair and be able to consume all the garlic and coffee I desire. This is my silver lining.
8 comments:
What you are forgetting is that you LOOK like you are 25.
Lies, damn lies, and statistics...
Please read...
http://www.maynardije.org/columns/guests/060620_newsweek/
I know that this doesn't quite offer the hope that you are looking for, but well... it's something.
- ND
You will have to reconnect the link...
Damn text boxes.
http://www.maynardije.org/columns
/guests/060620_newsweek/
Sorry
- ND
Thank you for abolishing my fears. Shall I consider this a proposal? ; )
The line that connects those dots must be an interesting one...
Thank god for the winking emoticon to help me understand it was hyperbole.
- ND
anon#1 ....mmmmmm garlic and coffee...but not together. oooo add chocolate to that and it's complete.
Wow, lovely, if I end up divorced anytime between now and my death, I might as well just commit suicide. How depressing.
Diff Anon
Interesting. Is the last comment suggesting I commit suicide? Talk about you don't know me! Geez.
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