I had a very stressful conversation at work today. It didn’t start that way. In fact, I wasn’t even really part of it at first. But I got dragged in through the following exchange in the next cubicle:
Coworker: Something something gun control something Ted Nugent.
Young coworker: Who’s Ted Nugent?
Me (over cubicle wall): Stop being so young over there!
I am not sensitive about my age. I’m 51. I practice the Doctor McCoy philosophy on aging: “What’s so bad about not having died yet?” And my contemporaries are a very mixed bag. I am about 4 weeks younger than Barack Obama (who nobody calls old, in spite of the grey hair), 3 weeks older than Dan Marino (who has been called old since he was 33), and 4 weeks older than Heather Locklear (who I mention only because I’ve had a huge crush on Heather Locklear since Dan Marino was young). Continue reading