So I find myself on a new blogroll today. And unlike Mike, who lists me under Women I Love, or Ricky, who has me under People Who Are Not Scum, But I Like Them Anyway, in this one I'm simply lumped in as a member of the Older Bloggers.
Oh, why thank you very much. What's next? Showing up on a list of fat bloggers? Boring bloggers?
But what did I expect? I'm the one who signed up on The Ageless Project, which says "we're sending the message that the personal, creative side of the web is diverse and ageless." I even gave the actual year of my birth *gasp*: 1955.
It turns out that Times Goes By: What It's Really Like to Get Older is, in addition to being the latest notch on my Technorati belt, a pretty cool place. It's written by someone named Ronni, a veteran journalist, and to start with, the banner consists of 10 pictures of her, starting as a child, and continuing through adulthood and decades of bad hairstyles (include a 70's-style 'fro), to a photo that one presumes is current. But what's really original about this blog is its subject. It's about aging, for goodness sake. It doesn't pretend to be young or hip. It's just funny and intelligent.
Like many of us geezers.
Last weekend, when my husband and I went to see "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," someone outside the theater was giving out yellow slips of paper advertising a free screening of "An Unfinished Life," which is apparently an unfinished movie starring Robert Redford, Morgan Freeman and Jennifer Lopez. The screening was to take place on Wednesday, and though we didn't go, we briefly considered it. Wouldn't it be fun, I thought, if we could all go, the kids too. So we looked to see if the offer came with the requirement that attendees be at least 18.
It also required that nobody be over 54, either.
We were, to say the least, shocked. I mean, no, we're not yet 54. But it's like those scenes in Logan's Run, the movie in which anybody over the age of 30 is, well, not welcome to be alive anymore. 54 is coming, and for one of us it's coming fairly soon.
So, what are they thinking? It's not like people over 54 don't buy anything. They probably have more disposable income than anyone. They're the ones with second homes and golf-club memberships. Supposedly it's that the over-54 crowd's consumer preferences are so calcified that advertisers gain nothing by flashing their wares at them. Or maybe it's that nobody over 54 has any worthwhile opinions about the movies.
That would include Robert Redford, right? He was born in 1937.
So it's time to talk about age and aging and our society's fixation on youth. And Time Goes By seems a good place to start.
Unless, of course, you'd rather just take us all out and shoot us.