that photo is jake’s random cuteness that everyone should be subject to.
I guess there could be worse things to be. I could be a sexist, or a fascist, or a racist, lucky me, I’m only an ageist. I’m not even sure if I’m a hard core ageist. Just a little bit discriminatory on first glance. I think old people are totally capable of lots of things. Ghandi was hecka old (do you like that Manteca slang?), but totally qualified for the job. Einstein was hecka (there it is again, I’m trying to blend okay?) smart when he was old. Lots of old people are good at their jobs and good at being grandparents (I think that was ageist in itself). It’s not so much that I don’t think old people are capable, just when I’m out whoring for friends, I’m a little dismissive of the “older” crowd.
I wrote about the older mom at my table at mops. The cool mom, but older. She was TOO old to be my friend. I got a few emails from my “older” friends. Friends who haven’t seen 29 in awhile. Of course they were too classy to outright call me an ageist, but it was subtly implied. I immediately felt like a heel.
These “older” women are probably my favorite women to be around. I don’t just love to be around them because they are smarter and more experienced and learned. They are fun. Seriously fun. Probably way funner (that’s Manteca slang too) than me. These women are jumping-on-the-trampoline, running-in-the-bay-to-breakers, Champion-Wii-boxers, being-silly kinda fun. These women are the homeschoolin’, lovin’ God, raisin’ missionaries kinda women. These women are the kinda women that I want to grow up to be like.
So, it’s not so much that I don’t want “old” friends, it’s more that I’m looking for the crazy and wild young friend to help me hold on to my youth. Because I’m getting hecka (I’m blending) old. Next year, it’ll be official. I’ll be middle aged. So, for now, I’m trolling for the young friends. You know, the ones who you can get drunk with, and talk about sex with, and then you find out that they smoke out in the bathroom and then you realize your old kinda friends.
If I made you feel like I love you any less, I’m sorry. I love you, it’s just an aging thing. I’m sure when you were creeping up on being old, you got it too. (That was my ageist humor).
well, i would have really liked to be your friend. it might have been nice to talk on the phone, or chat on line since we live too far apart to hang out… but it seems i am WAY too old for you 😦
too bad…. cuz i am a fun person, i am very cool, i make a great friend, i am very trust worthy, i like to talk about sex, i have a lot of really great recipes, i am a good listener, i’m crazy and wild at times, i never- ever act my age, i have some great ideas every now and then, and did i mention that i am very cool (even if i am older than you)?
oh well, i’m too old to be your friend.
let me know if you change your feelings on age…. maybe one day we could be friends.
i will of course continue to read your blog ‘cuz i think you have a real way with words and you make me laugh….. 🙂