I usually donāt feel old. Am I getting old? Of course, because thatās part of the human experience. But Iāve reached the point in my, ahem, life journey where I sometimes get figuratively slapped in the face, like a hard open hand slap, that Iām o-l-d.
For instance, the other day I realized Iām so old that I not only remember travelerās checks – I actually used them. If you want to have fun with your children try explaining to them the concept of travelerās checks.
I started with the fact that you had to actually step foot inside an actual bank so you could purchase the checks. This had my daughter, who does everything on her phone, saying, āthatās scary.ā
Smiling, I told her I wasnāt even to the good part which was the hand cramp inducing slog of signing each and every check in front of a bank teller. This led me to silently praying she didnāt ask what a bank teller was because then I would be scared.
I took great joy in waxing poetically about the thrill of vacationing with travelerās checks where penmanship, specifically cursive, mattered because every time you used a check you had to sign it again so the recipient could compare the signatures.
My daughter pointed out that in one sentence I had mentioned two things that are now obsolete with her generation ā cursive and any kind of paper currency. That right there was the whack upside the head that Iām old.
It doesnāt help that ever since I wrote a column a couple of months ago about being told a LED light bulb had a longer life expectancy than me (https://snarkyinthesuburbs.com/2021/12/14/elderly-adjacent-say-what/) Iāve been getting google ads about cremations, burial plots etc. Those I donāt mind so much. Itās all the listicles now bombarding my email inbox telling me the ten things I need to do to ānot look so oldā from how to style my hair to what clothes I should wear that I find aggravating.
I use the word aggravating because I can tell the lists are being written by interns who probably havenāt hit the legal drinking age yet and whose idea of fashion are yoga pants. Oh, and by the way wearing yoga pants is a no-no according to these lists because Lyrca is a younger womanās domain or as one listicle said, āfollowing youth trends just makes you look older.ā
That right there is what makes me roll my eyes. These lists are a celebration of aging stereotypes. I mean, come on, one āarticleā mentioned how older women should āditch the lace shawl.ā
I donāt think in my lifetime Iāve seen any female wearing a lace shawl except at a wedding where the shawl was a vintage Gucci.
The hairstyle listicles are just as bad. You shouldn’t go gray, and you canāt have long hair. Basically, the style for a woman who remembers using travelerās checks is a short, heavily dyed do or bleached out bob.
Itās totally ridiculous and yet I scan these lists because I feel duty bound to keep a check on stupidity. I also enjoy seeing that Iām hitting a lot of the aging ādonāts.ā Yoga pants ā yes because work from home means never having to use a zipper. Long hair ā also yes due to the fact that the five seconds it takes to put my hair in a bun or ponytail means never having to pick up a styling brush.
In fact, I think Iām going to take my yoga pants clad, long hair swinging self and do something really scandalous like write a check and sign my name in cursive.