Geeky Chic

Oh no, another essay on the Boomer fear that we 20-somethings are “wasting” our lives.

In a way, I am glad that my parents are not perplexed by this.  My dad is still trying to grow up, between his new baby and Verve Remixed CDs.  And my mom is fabulous about the idea of aging.  I wrongly asked her, “Was there an age when you felt that you started that you were getting less pretty?”*  And she responded, “I’m fat, but I’m still pretty.  All I need to do is take off my glasses and put on my contacts.”  Bless her heart.

*This question was inspired by my casual observation that one begins to age by either having a face that becomes too gaunt or too chubby.

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Perhaps we should be worrying about the Boomers.  While we’re off collecting degrees and passport stamps,  they’re the ones OD’ing:

In California, the age at which someone was most likely to die from a drug overdose in 1970 was 22; by 1985, it was 32; and today it is 43, according to calculations by Males, based on state health data.