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.