This is what I came home to today:
Act my age? What the hell does that mean? I’m 40. What am I supposed to be acting like? Seriously? What is a 40 year old supposed to be acting like? As far as I know, I am in fact acting my age. As a marketing ploy, so far, I’m not on board.
This was the back of the envelope. What do I want to be when I grow up? Hell if I know! And, I’m sorry, but is that Kendra Wilkenson, former bedmate of that old fogey, Hugh Hefner? Now bedmate of some football player and tabloid favorite/E! personality? I’m not really planning to take any advice from her except maybe advice on the best double-sided tape to keep your bathing suit in place.
I’m not really familiar with More Magazine. According to their website, this magazine, “Celebrates women of style and substance with articles on style, health, work, spirituality and relationships.”
Basically, a bunch of stuff I’m not really interested in reading about.
Here are some of the women they used in the materials inside the envelope:
Kyra Sedgewick: Age 46
Diane Lane: Age 47
Jodi Foster: Age 49
Jeanne Triplehorn: Age 49
All of these women are years older than me! I am not your target audience, More Magazine!
Here’s how the letter starts (after the “Dear Friend” greeting)
I have a confession to make….I still feel like I’m 25.
Guess what? I don’t. I wouldn’t want to go back to 25 for all the tea in China. (What a dumb saying, by the way. I mean, I like tea, but I’m not lusting for shiploads of it or anything). Back to my main point, 25 sucked. 40 isn’t exactly a picnic, but in now way do I put 25 on some pedestal either.
Basically, I don’t think about “what age I feel.” It’s ridiculous.
I’m especially not interested at all in a feature called “Second Acts,” featuring women “fulfilling or pursuing a dream in midlife.” Ugh. My midlife dream is to not be subjected to phrases like “dream in midlife.”
I know this is all meant to be reassuring. “Don’t worry. You’re still vibrant and needed.” But it’s really kind of demoralizing. Just when you think aging is no big deal, these guys swoop in and tell you it is actually a big deal, requiring it’s very own magazine, but don’t worry, we still find you valuable. For the price of a subscription.
What will I find in the mail next? A catalog from As We Change?