You know that friend you have that always complains about their good fortune?
They’ll say things like, “It’s really hard for me to find shirts that aren't too tight on my chest.” And they wait for you to respond with, “Yeah, well your boobs are really big.”
Or they’ll say, “Just because I have a Lexus and I’m only in high school everyone assumes I’m spoiled.” And they wait for you to respond. But you don’t. Because you can’t think of anything to say.
Well, this anonymous Washingtonpost.com reader in Chicago is like that. Except more annoying. She reaches out to Dear Prudence because she has “great, firm, wrinkle-free skin at age 50” and people often assume she’s only in her 30s. It’s very awkward for her when coworkers find out her true age. WHAAAT?!?
On behalf of my mother (and everyone over 40) I would like to say, shut the hell up and go dye your hair gray or something.