Why One Direction makes me feel old
I am young. Sometimes I just have to type those words out to convince myself that it’s true. I’m only 26, but this weekend I was watching Saturday Night Live and this new boy band, One Direction, was the musical guest. The moment they hit the stage I was overwhelmed with the realization that I am getting old.
The fact of the matter is that I have a child; therefore I surrendered my youth to the next generation years ago. My body waved the white flag the moment I realized cocoa butter does not cure stretch marks. I am to forever wear my badges of courage all over my thighs and hips. That never bothered me, but something about seeing these teenagers sing in unison lit a light bulb in my head: It’s over.