I was at my local watering hole with a girlfriend, having some adult bevies. We were soon approached by a slew of young fellas for the normal bar banter. At some point I said something about them being too young for me. Then the question came up. "well, how old are you?" Being un peau tipsy (and obviously not thinking) I said, "How old do you think I am?"
STUPID STUPID STUPID.Young boy replied, "35 or 36."
HUH? Are you kidding me? Not that 35 or 36 is old AT ALL. But I'm only 32! And men (not young boys) are smart enough to guess YOUNGER rather than older. I typically get assessed as being 28 or maybe 30 at the most.
Apparently the look of confusion/anger/sadness on my face prompted young boy to explain himself. He quickly said, "It's the toe ring. A dead give away. No woman in her 20s wears those anymore." I looked at my perfectly manicured toes (probably covered in blisters), licked my fingers and slid the toe ring right off.
Now you might be thinking, POM, why on earth do you care what this young douche bag of a fella thinks about your toe ring?
I will tell you why. SHINY JUMPSUIT!
I had a flashback to my mom and her shiny jump suit. She loved that jump suit and had it for a good couple decades. It was comfortable and she thought it was so cute. But we all knew that the time of the jumpsuit had passed and she just couldn't let go.
So I let it go. I tossed my 10 year old toe ring into the trash. I don't want to be that lady that gets stuck in an era. It's bad enough that I look at kids in high school and think "What the hell are they wearing?" Shoot, I look at kids in college and think that too.
I'm off to read my new InStyle!