This is 40: overpaying to live in a building you
partied in during your 20s. '90s warehouse lofts turned 2013 luxury apartments,
complete with branded tote bag and floorplan-containing blueprint tube. Did I
mention that I'm moving?
But before I get ahead of myself. There was chatter
this week about an Elizabeth Wurtzel piece. I initially confused Weil with
Wurtzel and couldn't figure out why there was so much hatred for this Times
article about Americans not having the language for unmarried spouses (you do
get to a point where boyfriend/girlfriend just sounds too young and frivolous).
We also don't have words for unmarried spouses who divorce. And that may be
where I end up. For right now, I'm saying separated. To say you've broken up
with a boyfriend implies something a teen does over text, not changing course
after 13 years spent with an individual (ugh, not "partner" either, gross).
Of course, people were reacting to this frightening,
most truly frightening teenage journaling ever written by a middle-aged woman and
published by New York. "I am 45 and have been living like I’m 25 since I was 15." Yikes, it scared me straight. This is no way for anyone to be,
at least not so unabashedly, publically. I never did read Prozac Nation–maybe it would be suitalbe now with nearly two decades of distance.
This weekend one of my very favorite, horribly underrated shows, Enlightened
is coming back to HBO. And Laura Dern's wisdom in the Times couldn't be truer.
Ms. Dern said pairing Girls and Enlightened is almost like a public service
announcement reminding viewers to get their lives together by their 30s.
“Someone in their early 20s trying to find themselves
is so much fun and crazy,” Ms. Dern said. “But stay tuned until they’re in
their 40s and it becomes a cautionary tale of who you don’t want to be."
And so I tread carefully from here on out. No one
need hear the raw inner thoughts of a grown up. Obviously, I have a lot going
on right now and I'd rather not turn this into a geriatric livejournal. And if
anyone has actually even vaguely kept up with this from its '90s incarnation,
I've toned down anything overly personal or salacious considerably over the
years. But I'm not one to stay wholly mum either, despite recent thoughts of
shutting this all down for good–everyone just uses Facebook and Twitter now
anyway–and moving on to a privately introspective life.