In a recent USA Weekend magazine, the cover story was about Drew Barrymore. Generally, that wouldn't interest me, but this story caught my eye. The cover quoted her as saying, “I'm trying to figure out what the second half of my life is going to be.”
Barrymore, 35, is only six months younger than me, and only slightly young enough still to remain within the youth-obsessed media's acceptable age demographic.
From the perspective of today's teens, I suppose she's been an adult for a long time now. By any reasonable standard, 35 is fairly adult. But, as someone who's known about (if not actually known) Barrymore since we were both 7, it's odd, having to consider that someone still so youthful and immature-seeming is barreling towards 40. Because that means that I am, too.
This isn't a problem for me, though. I'm one of those people who got called “an old soul” by concerned teachers. I can't wait to yell, “Get off my lawn!” at some rambunctious kids without having to worry that they might still consider me young enough for a fight.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I'll never be accused of acting mature
But you'll never see me trying to act young.
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Drew only gets better with age. You will find that your body ages much more quickly than your mind. Sometimes I forget that I am a fat old lady, and I do some pretty silly things. Later I think, "I bet people thought that was odd." Oh well.
I think I'm in reverse. I stay pretty fit, but goddamn have I become forgetful.
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