Today is my 30th birthday. My views on birthdays are as follows: I enjoy any excuse to give me presents. I dislike events during which I am the center of attention. I enjoy events heavily centered around desserts. I dislike the idea of measuring the value and quality of my life and accomplishments on a particular day (New Year’s, birthdays) because society expects me to. It’s kind of a wash. But this year is different.
Thirty is a milestone, they say. Of what? I think it’s funny that because I’m hitting this random number, I’m supposed to reflect on the progress of my life. I just Googled “why are some birthdays milestones” and read this bullshit article about how people credit their success to the reflections they make about their lives on their birthdays. One woman talked about dyeing her hair when she hit a “milestone” birthday because it signified having “fun again” after she spent the last few years taking on responsibilities like marriage and parenthood. Let me be honest. This woman pisses me off. Continue reading