A List of Great “30” Things

ImageI have come across a few things that are great about the number thirty. Here’s my list but I would love some more ideas to make it even longer. Enjoy!

  1. 30 Rock – Fabulously funny and reminds us that the fabulous Rockefeller Center is at      30 Rockefeller Plaza.
  2. 1930 – Pluto discovered (…yes, and then demoted in 2006…)
  3. 30 dozen eggs in a case.  Eggs are good.
  4. 30 days have September, April, June, and November.
  5. 30 – Age of Demi Moore in Indecent Proposal
  6. 30 Minutes or Less (2011) – Lame movie about a pizza delivery boy that still managed to make me laugh out loud.
  7. 30 minutes or free: The actual pizza deal –  I have personally only capitalized on this once but it is still fun to imagine free pizza each time you order.
  8. 30 Days of Night (2007) – Awesome vampire movie. Combine this with #6 and you’ve got yourself a a perfect thirty-something Saturday night.
  9. 30 seconds = 36 heartbeats, 8 breathes, 7 blinks                                                          “What your body does in 30 seconds” Cool link – http://youtu.be/36Fq2zZ0Syg
  10. 30….1 flavours? Can I do that? I’m 31 so I feel like I have to add one great thing about it. I love ice cream. Funny thing is, I don’t think I’ve tried more than two flavours at Baskin Robbins.  Mint Chocolate Chip, every time.Image

Have another idea?  Please comment and we’ll add to the list of all great things that are 30!

Over 30 Fashion

My quest for justice and equality for the modern thirty-something has come with some great responsibility. It seems that anything age-related that crosses my path, lands on my desk, or blasts me in the face on the news, hits me harder than your average citizen. Sorry for the superhero jargon but I feel a strong call to action when lists about “Things you Shouldn’t Do Over Thirty” restrict my fashion or my weekend plans. I also feel a tingle when teenagers describe someone as, “I dunno, old. Like, thirty.” I feel it’s my duty to rebut, educate, or at least rant a little on my blog.

The latest of these instances was coming across an article that cautioned women to not wear mini-skirts over the age of 35. Now, I am not an avid mini-skirt wearer, but I would like to think that I still have the option, even beyond 35. With women taking better care of themselves I’m not sure this is still a rule that should apply. Victoria Beckham, for one, has great legs and often flaunts them in a short hemline. To be sure this is perhaps the equivalent to her husband, David, sporting a faux-hawk in his late thirties. Both trends are an expression of youth, sure, and these celebs are both pushing 40 but they manage to look youthful and stylish rather than immature.

So how can you tell if you’re pulling off a youthful look, rather than looking like a wolf in Teenwolf’s clothing? Ask yourself this: When people compliment you do they simply say, “You look great!” or do they use an adjective like, “That’s an interesting tie”? You may want to beware the “Hey, what’s with the –” comment as well. It usually means, “Hey, you look weird.”

And if you’re not sure if you are too old for a certain look, you probably are. Personally, I don’t think mini-skirts always fall into this category. I think it’s more about the look you try to pull off. Plaid kilt and high socks? Leave it for the highschoolers. For men, the equivalent for me is the borderline-rude message tee coupled with overstuffed sneakers.

To me, the only rule for fashion is that you have sense. Do you really think your look is flattering you the best way it can? Are you sure you’re not trying to recapture something you fear you may have lost?

Sharing clothes with your teenager may be good for the budget, but not for your pride as a thirty-something. Be proud to be in comfortable, stylish clothes. By thirty, you’ve earned it.

Woah, Baby!

I will never be too old for Halloween.  I love all of it.  I love tossing around ideas for costumes in my head, finding all the pieces in second-hand stores, the parties, the candy (oooh, the perfect little chocolate bars), and then watching zombie movies at the end of the night.

One thing that worries me:  I was at the costume store and I found myself wanting to buy baby costumes.  I have no children or any intentions of having them, but when I see those teeny dragon costumes, I feel my uterus skip a beat.

Similarly, The Boston Red Sox Store sent me a catalogue of gifts to give with the World Series ’13 logo on them.  This included adorable onesies adorned with a plushie World Series trophy.   It’s not fair.  They are super-cute and not having children shouldn’t stop me from having all the merch I want.

But also, just because Boston won the Series doesn’t mean I should want to have children.  It’s irrational, I know.  I am about 95 percent sure I don’t want children but, at this age, it’s something that fluctuates day-to-day.  Apparently it’s exceptionally higher when my team wins the World Series and it almost coincides with Halloween.

Solution? Dote more on the costumed children that come to my door and seriously consider becoming a Chicago Cubs fan to avoid all this emotional hassle.