I always tell my real age - I’m 47. People always say I don’t look “that old”. When I was younger, I used to add 5 - 10 years just for kicks. I don’t do that when asked now - it would be awful if the person asking just said, “Oh”. ;-)
I feel you should discuss where all the people with integrity went in America? Im so tired of all the Phony people, and the people who play a victim role, and wont take responsibility for their own bad decisions!!!! Thank You Mrs. J
Mrs. capital J, little n, the question was “Do you tell people your real age?” Are you saying that the people who asked the question have no integrity or are you saying that the people who answered the question have no integrity or is your response a nonsequitor? I don’t think you would like the person who asked my age. He died. The ultimate victim of the bad decision to ask my age.
It’s actually a family tradition. Nobody knows each others ages or has diplomatically forgotten them. I grew up with a grandmother who was a little like Gracie Allen, a little like Auntie Mame. Her joyfulness drew people from four to fifty year to her side. Her persona was ageless. Out of respect, we put an era rather than a year on her grave!
I just turned 49 on St. Patty’s Day — which is always a fabulous day to celebrate adding another year — and had a 30-something bartender drop his jaw when he heard how old I was! His 26-year old pal guessed 42 which I have heard repeatedly lately. Then I was in the dressing room at Nordstrom and asked the young 20’s sales gals if they thought I was too old for the blouse I was trying on and they said oh no, “you’re too young!” Guess I’m doing something right. But then again, I’ve always been mentored by dazzling older women who were filled with light and vibrancy and fountains of energy. My 75-year-old Auntie Mame pal Marilyn can still kick my butt at water aerobics and never ceases to advise me to do “whatever melts my butter!”
Isn’t that what this website is all about? No other website caters to our specific issues. I hate sites populated with so-called stars I have never heard of. So age is something I don’t have to hide here. But I do lie to others.
Started off by loving to be candid about my age - but since I am in Hollywood, and have always looked more than 10 years younger than I really AM - it just confused people, and got in the way of casting me. So now, I say the age I LOOK….(Still 10+ years younger!! but then Hollywood’s version of a female over 45 is a geezerette with grey/white hair & I won’t be one of THEM until I am 80, at least.)
The downstairs TV was on the blink, so I told the granddaughters (5 and 4) that if we got our jammies on, we could loll about on their mom’s big bed and watch TV before bedtime. I was babysitting for the weekend and figured this would be one nice quiet “together” time for all of us. The girls raced into their bedroom and jumped into their pjs. I was in the bedroom pulling off my Levi’s when Olivia rushed in. She stopped dead in her tracks. Grandma, she said, you have old legs! “I sure do,” I replied. “Well, how old are you?” The moment of truth arrived. Not prone to lying, I told her I was 72. “When are you going to die?” she said. After assuring her I was going to live for a while yet, I grabbed my pajama top and shut myself up in the bathroom to finish my undressing. If she thought my legs looked old, what would she have said about my boobs?!
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