accidental feminist

that wasn’t drunk blogging; this is drunk blogging June 21, 2007

This will either prove or disprove my theory that I am just as normal and/or outlandish whether or not I have imbibed. I had a fun night tonight, if not surreal. I went to a benefit for an artists colony, and there were two distinct types there: the twenty-something artist set, and the 40 to 50 something parents and/or patrons of the arts. Because I was with one of the later (albeit a very hip one), I ended up chilling with people close to twice my age, and, for the first time, feeling like I probably had more fun with them than I would have with the 20-somethings. There was something unpretentious about this group, something warm and genuine (not to mention that I got the best of both worlds by being able to talk about stretch marks and get told that I must have gotten married at 14, I look so young). And I looked around at the “kids” who were probably a couple of years younger than me and just thought “That’s so sweet; good for them!” Well, if I can figure out a way to feel grown up without feeling like a grownup, I may just be able to accept my impending 30s after all (reference #2, if you’re counting…).