I think it starts about 5 years older than whatever my current age is at any given time.
My brother just turned 45 and I got him a funny book entitled something like
Old Age Is 15 Years Older Than You Are Now
in addition to his gift. As a pick-me-up. Or pick-him-up. Or to snark. Definitely one of those.
I remember turning 30 and someone told me I was "now middle-aged" and I wanted to sock him in the face. I didn't though. Because that's no way to treat the elderly (that's what I told him).
Matt Damon, subjectively, is way younger than George Clooney, who is on the young side, subjectively, of middle-aged. At 42 and 51, that sentence has almost all true words.
I've been having the debate with my family recently about when middle age starts. I guess we came down on 45, but I could still make an argument for 40. I've sort of decided we should reclaim "middle aged."
Now that I'm 40, I feel like "middle-aged" should be, like, 53. (I picked that arbitrarily.) Because my brain feels like it's 25. Seriously.
That said, my physical state is decrepit and way past "middle-aged" and well into Old Fart stage. (I say this as I lie in bed on a heating pad for my back, full of flexiril and painkillers. Stoopid back.)
So if you average together my "mental" age and my decrepit Old Fart physical age, I guess it all works back out to...middle aged. Dang.
I read Ashley Judd's article this morning, and then I read people's reactions to the article, and then I wanted to give Ashley Judd a baseball bat and a list of targets.
she seems like she really could fuck someone up with a bat, doesn't she?
Oh, lord. ::rocks back and forth:: Don't look them up, don't look them up, don't look them up....
What, the comments? Definitely don't look them up.
I read her letter on a reblog from Jasika Nicole. It was a nice, happy, safe space. Not going any further than that, nope.