Wednesday, June 9, 2010

How do you know when you are old?

When it comes to music, the saying goes, "If it's too loud, you're too old." I typically like my music loud, though I rarely listen to music unless I am driving or working out. Or when I am at church, singing during worship, at which point I like the music loud so I (and all my neighbors) cannot hear my voice. There was a moment recently though, while shopping at the Gap for some new tshirts that I found myself thinking the music was too loud. I grabbed that thought, threw a mini dress on it, and locked it up tight because I am not ready to be my mother.

I don't want to be old. Or more specifically I don't want to be past my time, out of touch, uncool. I like to think I can still hang with the cast of Real World but since I don't really like to stay up past 11pm it might be tough. And I find myself wanting to give the girls on the Hills motherly advice while putting a cardigan over that way too revealing top.

But it was while watching the MTV Movie Awards this week that I came to the realization that I am officially old. Yes, I just wrote that, I am a 30 something (getting awfully close to 40) year old woman and I was watching the MTV Movie Awards. I am cringing with shame just writing that but I am all about being real and the real me still wants my MTV. So there I am enjoying watching Team Edward v. Team Jacob winning all sorts of awards when two different things happened.

First, I saw the newest preview for the movie Eclipse. And as any sane, grown, mother of three, I felt an indescribable urge to rush out and stand in line for movie tickets. But then my older self reminded me that the movie was premiering at midnight. I think I might have to do the next best thing and see it with all the other people my age at the senior showing at 10:30 am.

And then, Christina Aguilera performed. I am old enough to remember her on the Mickey Mouse Club (M-I-C See you real soon...) I usually like her music and am pretty sure a song or two has made my iTunes playlist. I was okay with the sequined leotard and provocative moves, but then there was a song that horrified me and my usually pretty open and hip senses. It was so bad I actually turned it off.

Which was probably something I should have done a long time ago.

Thankfully Bravo is run by MTV graduates who bring us the Real Housewives of New York City.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Jen! Well, we all have our guilty pleasures. I won't mention mine. :) I too battle the need to not be uncool while telling my students to cover up the twins and watch their language.
    And thank you for the comment you posted to my blog entry last week. I really appreciate it.