Its horrible. There I am with my friends at a swanky restaurant. We are chatting away and it hits me like a brick that we are talking about blood pressure medicine, heart palpitations and cancer. What on earth has happened to us? Five years ago we chatted breathlessly about new babies, engagements and buying houses. Now we swap medical horror stories, discuss the merits of mammograms and reel off obituaries like seasoned AARP members. And we've barely made it past 40. Not that I can show my shock since my forehead is frozen into serene acceptance thanks to botox. This is what getting older is about. Its not the subtle changes in muscles and creaking joints, its dinner conversation. I wonder if in a decade we'll have moved from meds to mortuaries. Will we gossip about long term care, nursing homes and the Trident Society?
And as I look around the table I realize we're all thinking the same thing "ohmygod since when did I care about these things". And we all pause and suddenly chat about Britney Spears. Because honestly its an affirmation of our youth, the fact that we actually log onto tmz.com and aren't too fuddy duddy because we know all about her and her slutty sister, demented mother and those forlorn toddlers.
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