From Slate Magazine:
"Dear Prudie,
I have been out of college for a year and have a great job doing contest promotions for a radio company. A very nice co-worker of mine co-hosts a popular morning show. I've found out a secret about her, and I don't know what to do. She appears to be 25 or 26 years old, but I discovered she's really in her late 30s! This is very disturbing. From the way she jokes around, walks, and looks, you would never know she's an older lady. Her audience is mostly college-age kids, and she does appearances at campuses and bars. That's so creepy! Her birthday is next week, and she has invited me and a few others my age to lunch. Since news of her age spread like wildfire through my department, some of us have bought her gag gifts—an inflatable walker, denture cream, etc. She's in a youth-oriented business, and I don't think she understands how pathetic and out of place she really is. I can't help staring at her like she's some strange creature. Should I confront her with what I know? And how do I maintain a professional relationship with someone who's a huge phony, desperately clinging to youth?
—Young and Able"
Ahem. This particular column gets to me in ways I don't really want to talk about--oh yes, I do. Let's just say, it's good real names are not used by the letter writers to Prudie's column. Because for an old bag, I have me some very fine internet chops and they might end up a member of AARP. Which I have yet to join, I might add.
- Catherine
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