I've been watching the teen shows lately, and last night, one of them made a reference to Gilmore Girls.
Two high-school-aged characters were chatting, and the younger one says, "You're Lorelai, because I'm obviously Rory." (Lorelai's the mom; Rory's the daughter for those of you who never watched. I was a huge fan.)
It got me to thinking about aging and looking one's age--and how (I hope) these shows are clearly being targeted at my demographic rather than the kids who are the same age as the characters.
Anyway, I'm often told I look young for my age. Lately, I haven't been feeling it, but I do notice others my age and how they dress. They do sometimes look *a'hem* more mature than me.
I've also noticed these same ones have teenagers.
Perhaps that's part of it. JRM and I didn't get married until we were in our 30s and didn't have our first child til then. But even before, I was being told I looked 14 when I was 21, and trust me, I hated it. Now it's just puzzling... what's the math on that?
OK, I'm way off where I was headed with this. All these thoughts had something to do with character development, and the way we see the people we've known all our lives as we grow older.
I have a friend I've mentioned before, who I've known since we were babies. Actually, I don't remember a time I didn't know her.
Over the weekend, a mutual friend of ours posted a picture of her on Facebook from senior prom. I saw it and smiled. She was a grade behind me in high school, so I ran over to hang out while they got ready for the big night. It was such a clear memory.
Here's my point: to me, she looks exactly the same. OK, she was a little chubbier around the cheeks at 17, but I could still hear her voice even. It sounds the same.
More than that. I remember every funny secret, every not so funny secret, every first love, every dream, every hope, every wish... Every all-nighter spent eating guacamole and chips while watching Out of Africa and crying.
I think about her two boys--she's just Mom to them. I think about my own daughters. Ditto.
Character development. People who've known each other all their lives still see each other with those eyes--no matter what changes.
Hmm... or do they? What would it take to change that? Something major, I bet. Thinking about this...
I'll never truly see my friend as someone's mom even though I know she is, and she'll never look our age to me (even though she is).
I wonder how old I look to her.
Til Thursday, reader- and writer-friends~ <3
Two high-school-aged characters were chatting, and the younger one says, "You're Lorelai, because I'm obviously Rory." (Lorelai's the mom; Rory's the daughter for those of you who never watched. I was a huge fan.)
Anyway, I'm often told I look young for my age. Lately, I haven't been feeling it, but I do notice others my age and how they dress. They do sometimes look *a'hem* more mature than me.
I've also noticed these same ones have teenagers.
Perhaps that's part of it. JRM and I didn't get married until we were in our 30s and didn't have our first child til then. But even before, I was being told I looked 14 when I was 21, and trust me, I hated it. Now it's just puzzling... what's the math on that?
OK, I'm way off where I was headed with this. All these thoughts had something to do with character development, and the way we see the people we've known all our lives as we grow older.
I have a friend I've mentioned before, who I've known since we were babies. Actually, I don't remember a time I didn't know her.
Over the weekend, a mutual friend of ours posted a picture of her on Facebook from senior prom. I saw it and smiled. She was a grade behind me in high school, so I ran over to hang out while they got ready for the big night. It was such a clear memory.
Here's my point: to me, she looks exactly the same. OK, she was a little chubbier around the cheeks at 17, but I could still hear her voice even. It sounds the same.
More than that. I remember every funny secret, every not so funny secret, every first love, every dream, every hope, every wish... Every all-nighter spent eating guacamole and chips while watching Out of Africa and crying.
I think about her two boys--she's just Mom to them. I think about my own daughters. Ditto.
Character development. People who've known each other all their lives still see each other with those eyes--no matter what changes.
Hmm... or do they? What would it take to change that? Something major, I bet. Thinking about this...
I'll never truly see my friend as someone's mom even though I know she is, and she'll never look our age to me (even though she is).
I wonder how old I look to her.
Til Thursday, reader- and writer-friends~ <3
