I was getting a mani/pedi a few months ago when one of the manicurists, who is about 35 years old, said to me that “I was so cute” because I knew how to operate an iPhone. Her parents didn’t want to try.
I was sitting in a big lounge chair getting a pedicure at the time when she made that remark. I wanted to puke. I think of myself as an active digital influencer and the manicurist sees me as an elderly lady using a smartphone.
I got a mani/pedi again yesterday. A female client in the next chair made a remark to me about liking my Kimono. Her manicurist looked at the two of us to ask if we noticed the elderly woman who passed us a few minutes ago. She said she was adorable wearing a mini skirt. We both missed it. I asked the manicurist how old she thought the elderly woman was. She said, 60. I wanted to puke again.
I know that I can’t stop the years from racking up, but I just don’t want to be put in a group that is considered “cute” because we curse, wear youthful clothes, or use electronics.
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