Hola Compadres! I must say that it is was a bit intimidating to join the ranks of notbloggers and I hit a substantial writer's block going into my first post. So- I decided to do what made sense to get over my lack of creative ideas- I got drunk. After a fog of several mixed drinks, cheap beer and maybe some shots (of tequila of course) I came to a realization. Some things are not as cool for people who are 30 as they are for people in their 20s.
Now 30 is often the upper limit of the 18-30 demographic but obviously the differences between an 18-yr old and a 30-yr old are vast. What is news to me is that there is a large divide say between 25 and 30. Apparently when you are 30 you are expected to have a bit more sense than to get totally blow-torched, pass out, lose your wallet/purse, and have to recover any shred of respect that you previously had the next day. Frankly, as I have observed over the past year, it can be downright shameful to be drunk and ridiculous when you are 30 whereas had you been a little bit younger you could pull off inappropriate behavior as being a "late bloomer" or just a "good time." Although the divide is subtle for those that look younger than their age, once a late twenty-something realizes that a 30 year-old was acting more outrageous than a 20-something a whole new level of judgement is passed.
So, I suppose when you are 30 you should really think of yourself in the 30-39 demographic rather than hold on to the good old 18-30 bucket. That will ensure a smooth border-crossing year with minimal impact to your reputation and possibly career.
4 comments:
Are you trying to imply that a 30+ year old should become lame? I'm 40+ and I still drink 22-year-olds under the table. Sure, I get a few weird looks when I'm at Cancun foam parties for Spring Break, but those people just fear what they don't understand. Don't hate the player, k-pasa, hate the game.
still rocking- By no means am I suggesting that a 30+ year old should stop chugging car bombs or hitting up La Boom and showing the young kids how it is done. I am merely suggesting that there are higher stakes with each passing year and at a critical juncture the game does change.
As a 30-year-old who recently blacked out and woke up without my purse, phone, wallet, ID, or sense of dignity, allow me to comment as well. As we crest the ripe age of 30, we start to walk the fine line between "crazy party girl" to "crazy homeless lady." You know, I've stumbled out of my fair share of frat houses at 4:00 AM, and gotten my fair share of glances from strangers that say, "Been there done that -- gotta love college!" On this most recent walk of shame, however, the glances were more like "Come one step closer and I'll use the pepper spray." There is something un-hot about messy-stinky-stumbling chick when you subtract the perky boobs and doey eyes and add wrinkles, gray hair, and a mortgage. I'm just sayin...
The great thing about approaching 35 is you care less about what people think. You can't be bothered to worry about your demographic.
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