To the women who bitch and moan about their age… Whine and groan about how hard it is to be single and in their thirties… Or flat out try and lie about their age because they feel “old”… I say to you:
Get off your pity pot, throw on a little makeup (and really, I mean a little) and get out there and enjoy being a WOMAN!!
I don’t know about you, but I celebrate every year I gain! I learn more about myself, this world and men with every year that passes! I’ll tell you this much… I didn’t know SHIT at 23!! I played games, got played and drank WAAAY too much to be cute! I wouldn’t want my twenties back for anything!! When I see these girls running around acting like fools, I am grateful to move into a new decade with my head held high! There is nothing worse than a pretty little 22yr old slobbering drunk, trying to get the attention of everyone in the room by hiking her dress up and grinding with some poor schmuck who will inevitably remember this moment for the rest of his life, as the day the hottest girl in Austin gave him a woody and puked on his shoes! Yeah ladies… the twenties are awesome! (she says as she rolls her eyes with distain!!)
No thanks! Trust me you land much better fish when you don’t smell like Lone Star and Roppolo’s pizza!! I enjoy being a square! A sexy, classy, thirty something square! Its time to embrace the class and the wisdom that comes with the experience that these little twenty something’s have yet to earn!! To all my women over 29 I say… Take back the night!! We look, smell, act, dress and taste better! We ARE the New Little Black Dress!!
Thx for writing this article…lol
Yes.. I remember how excited and proud I was to turn 30.. But… you might feel different when turning 40. You couldn’t pay me to go back to my 20’s but I would gladly repeat my 30’s! Never-the-less, I will keep rockin’ on until my body won’t keep up or the door guys won’t let me in 🙂
Great perspective!!! I have actually had the opposite experience… In my 20’s, I didn’t go out and didn’t drink either… I was really all about my bizness: college, work, graduate school, more work, my boyfriend etc… I did pretty much everything everybody expected of me. But once I did all that, I realized that my life was really lacking fun & excitement. Playing Scrabble on Saturday nights with my parents & under-aged little brother was cool but not quite the vision I had for my youth. So… I made some adjustments. It’s been a few years since then… I am now 31… but when I hit the club… I fully embrace my age and the fabulous-ness and wisdom that comes with it. I smile when i see all the young girls in too tight-too short outfits, dancing around the poles/in front of the mirror, competing for male attention.
I can honestly say that I am glad to have skipped through all these experiences of excess (although I have caught up a bit since then)… But maturity is a process… we all have different paths… but eventually (or so I hope) we all get the wisdom to take it all with a grain of salt. Because it is really not THAT serious!! No matter what age you are 🙂
i’ll be there in 3 months =\ *sigh