This struck me as the daftest thing I had heard in some months.
'Don't you think he ought to know?'
'No', said she.
And that was that.
But it got me thinking. She is not alone in this, I know of at least two other folk-women-who are super hella coy about their age, always shaving off a couple of years here and there.
What's so terribly wrong about being the age you are? When did it become shameful? What's so great about being in your twenties that a body might cling to it as though drowing in a rough choppy sea of higher numbers.
Pretending to be younger than you are, I'm against it!
Labels: Age. People.