I remember when I thought people in their 20’s were adults. Now all of my friends are in their 20’s and everybody is just kind of fumbling around bumping into each other, trying to figure out where the free food is……
so that’s pretty much what I’m expecting to experience for the next like 10 years.
I remember when I thought people in their 30s were adults. Now most of my friends are in their 30s and just kind of fumbling around….
I don’t regret not having children and I’m positively glad I didn’t have one when the biological clock set off its alarm. I’d just published my first book. “The poor baby,” my mother said when I told her I might have one after all. And she was right. Even if I’d risen to the occasion, as I hope I would have, a full-time baby would have been in conflict with some deep note in me that needs unencumbered space in my head: not all the time, but enough. Without it, the textured landscape where books are born flattens out to a desert.
As it turned out I was exceptionally fortunate, for just as I reached 30, one of my sisters had babies, and so did my ex-husband with his next partner. Three girls were born within three years of each other and I loved them all from the start. I loved them then, and I love them now, and I can’t imagine what life would be like without them.
I loved having them to visit when they were little. I loved our expeditions and adventures. I also loved handing them back to their mothers, and returning to the open windows above my desk.
Hi Tumblr, it’s me, a slightly older person…
I see a lot of you 20 somethings saying things about how you aren’t going to choose the lesser of two evils and that their policy on important matters are identical so what’s the point they’re both stooges for Wall Street and the Industrial War Complex.
You are right. Kind of.
I know y’all LOVE the 90’s. Me too. And I remember after after eight years of Clinton/Gore, I thought those motherfuckers were the devil. I was soooooooooooo upset with Bill Clinton waving his deregulation wand and his fucked foreign policy that I was all FUCK THE DEMOCRATS and I strongly advocated for Raplh Nader, even though he too didn’t really care about my “gonad politics.” Even when not choosing between the “lesser of two evils,” I was STILL having to compromise major issues.
Having been an adult person through 8 years of Clinton/Gore and 8 years through Bush/Cheney, I can tell you that without a shred of hesitation that I will line up like my ass is on fire to vote for the lesser of two evils because the greater of two evils almost had us all living outside and eating dog food.
And if you think that a Romney presidency won’t be worse than Bush/Cheney, you are out of your mind.
I am fucking begging all of you, please, go vote. Aside from the fact that far more dangerous things are happening on your local level, (like collective bargaining being taken away in Illinois) this shit does matter.
If you think voting for Obama is the lesser of two evils, you’re wrong, it’s the lesser of three because not voting IS voting for Romney. Not voting is voting for dickbag judges that sentence people to jail in counties that have privatized prisons for minor drug infractions. Not voting is voting to remove pensions and collective bargaining and the last shreds of union power from the people. Not voting this election is voting for Feudalism.
Now pardon me, there’s some damn kids on my lawn and they want candy.
Amen. Love, another old person.
This is why the little shits on tumblr whining about how we shouldn’t pick “the lesser of two evils” grate on my nerves like a knife blade on a glass bottle.
It’s easy to say that shit when your political memory begins in 2007. But to people with a more meaningful frame of reference your smug rhetoric is nothing short of an endorsement of the invasion of Iraq.
the thought of becoming an adult one day is the scariest thing ever why cant i live the rest of my life blogging about fictional characters and laughing at stupid shit
I am going to let you in on the worst-kept secret in fandom: we’re actually mostly adults around here.
I am thirty-two years old. One of my oldest friends is pushing forty. His older sister is forty-six. We all blog about fictional characters and stupid shit. One of the first people who ever GMed a tabletop RPG for me still goes to cons. He’s at least fifty.
We are all, in theory, grown adults who are holding down jobs and have cars or rent or morgage payments or student loans and/or marriages and/or children. We vote and eat bran-tastic food for our hearts and buy sensible shoes.
Also, the first song I danced to at my first Homecoming dance was recently played on a local oldies station, dear god.
I mean, seriously. Grownups. We made it to the other side, fan-brains intact. So can you.
Becoming an adult is not scary. Becoming an adult is not about stopping with the tumbling and the cat videos. It’s just about doing that shit between work and errands instead of between school and chores. It’s about being able to do different kinds of epic shit — I may not be able to write another 50k fanfic, but I can decorate my entire kitchen in Captain America stuff and re-wire my rice cooker so the light looks like an arc reactor.
If you’re worried about no longer being fannish and not liking ridiculous silly shit (I assume ‘for no good reason’, aka ‘growing out of it’), you’re worried about becoming boring, not old.
So what if people call what we do childish? A: they’re wrong, there’s some serious grown-up badassery going ‘round in fandoms, and B: what’s wrong with being childish? Are children something we should avoid being like? Doesn’t everyone wish they could return to childhood?
We are living a friggin’ eternal youth on the internet. Anyone tells you ‘grownups don’t do this stuff’ is just jealous. Hmph.
Now get off my damn lawn, kid.
I went on a date! There were a lot of puppy stories and talk about travel and lots of giggling. We coincidentally showed up in nearly-matching outfits, glasses and hair styles; only it’s all adorable on her.
Un/fortunately, she’s as dedicated and involved with her career as I am with mine - fortunate because she doesn’t think I’m weird; unfortunate because it means we’re both super busy working inconsistent schedules and I don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other again.
I kind of wanted to keep hanging out, but logistics are hard. We went to a bar/restaurant that turns tables pretty fast, so it was “eat, drink, pay, leave.” Then we went for a walk, but it was too hot to stay outside for long. Anyway, it was a “first meeting in person” first date, and I’m new at this dating-again-thing, and I’m still sore from running Sunday, so overall it’s good we called it a night when we did.
Still. I like her. I will be getting in touch with her again.