If you know a formula for getting older with any kind of style, please send
it my way. I don’t think it’s too late
for me; but at the same time, I’m not sure I can trust my own judgment.
There are days when I just want to get me to the plastic surgeon and stretch my jowls up over my ears. Hearing is overrated anyway.
My search for steps to follow, a manual of some sort, anything that could point the way to doing this thing without looking like a fool has produced limited results.
I feel as though the vanishing cream has kicked in – a loss of pigment – from technicolor to sepia to 1950’s black and white, right on down to chalky charcoal daguerreotype. This is psychological, of course, except that my hairdresser now dyes my eyebrows along with my roots.
In the meanwhile, Dear Reader, from astute observation and painful self-recognition, I have begun collecting guideposts. I offer excerpts here from my Notes to Self:
#1 – Keeping up
Dear Carolyn,
If you’re on Facebook trying to convince Millennials and Gen-Xers that Boomers are the coolest – because we had muscle cars and Mick Jagger – you may be aging awkwardly.
Furthermore, even if you tweet and tumble and podcast your guts out, you have to admit that you are a tourist in the technological world. You’re quick witted, but you’re learning that stuff like a second language. Younger people were born into it: They’re natives.
So make jokes about it. Put up that picture of a telephone booth with the caption, “When I was a kid this was my mobile phone!” But, when you post pictures telling people they’re awesome because they remember VHS cassettes, or roller skate keys – you might be aging awkwardly.
#2 – Holding onto your looks
And, if you’re shopping online for “plus size high-waisted skinny jeans,” you could be aging awkwardly.
AARP offers “11 Ways to Look 10 Years Younger”: Among them – wear V-necks and exfoliate. Gosh, thanks.
Oh and by the way, I’m sick of Christy Brinkley and Jane Seymour. Why don’t they just stay home? All those grinning celebrities on AARP covers are air-brushed and photo-shopped daily – just like I would be if I could be. But I'm not bitter!
Yeah, I want someone to skirt around me at all times holding one of those giant light-reflecting umbrellas for the photographer and making sure I always turn my good side, the youthful side – the other side – the one I remember from my 35th birthday party.
Do I sound angry? Oh pshaw! (It’s a family blog – I’m tempering my epithets.) Pshaw, I say!
#3 – Winning
You can’t win by ‘liking’ and ‘sharing’ the post that says, “I graduated high school without Google or Wikipedia.” Or, “I’m old school: I was raised to respect my elders and have good manners.” It just makes you sound like an old you-kids-get-off-my-lawn sourpuss. And, you are aging awkwardly.
So, play a different game. Be
nice.
That is all.
