Monday, April 07, 2008
Aly and AJ... and me!
I have an article in this (the April/May) issue of Girl's Life. To say that I'm ridiculously excited about it would be a total understatement; I mean, it's GIRL'S LIFE! And my piece is in there, complete with hilarious teen-mag illustration, sandwiched nicely between an interview with Aly & AJ and the "Body Q & A" column which inevitably contains a letter from a girl asking if her vagina smells normal. (Note to teenage girls: Seriously, this is ridiculous. Stop sniffing your vagina and go take an advanced math class. You'll thank me later.)
I ran out and bought the magazine in a big hurry. Delayed gratification is not my thing, after all. But then, I was faced with a dilemma.
Having just had a birthday which officially put me in the "closer to 30 years old than 20" bracket, I've become newly aware of the concept of age-appropriateness. It seems like I can't round a corner without running headlong into another blaring headline about The Importance of Dressing Your Age, or a television show focusing on some kind of Fashion Intervention for a 30something woman whose default wardrobe is a pair of shorts that only cover one fourth of her ass. Basically, I'm alarmed at the idea that I am apparently just one bad choice away from being rushed in the street by Carson Kressley, who will be brandishing a skirt-suit and shrieking, "Giiiiiiiiiirlfriend, you are a FASHION EMERGENCY!", hellbent on forcing me to acknowledge the error of my ways.
So what do you do, at age 26, when you find yourself desperately wanting to read a magazine which is decidedly, and more to the point, evidently intended for fourteen year-old girls? Wait until you can read it, unembarrassed, in the privacy of your own home; or tear into it on the subway and suffer the uncomprehending looks of fellow passengers who are clearly wondering if you're a high school freshman to whom life has been really, really wrinkle-inducing?
I doubt that I even have to tell you this, but I chose the latter (feeling vaguely justified by the fact that I sometimes still get carded when I buy a pack of cigarettes). And then, since I was already in it, I decided to go ahead and read the rest of the magazine.
Whatever, I thought, turning the pages. I'm just reading it. It's not that age-inappropriate. I mean, it's not like I'm listening to Aly & AJ or reading teen novels or wearing these clot--