Unpopular Opinion: Don't Ever Mention Senior Discounts To A Woman My Age

Even if you think you are being helpful. Anyone who qualifies for a discount will make themselves known. (AKA I don't need a reminder!)

Hello Belligerents!

I love Cathy, who submitted this post. Do you want to know how much? Well, though I only know her through these glorious comment sections, she recently emailed suggesting a guy to set me up with who I am INTO. People propose guy options for me all the time and that never ever happens. So I will say that she gets me. And I adore her and everything she has already written here on AJPT. (This one is awesome.)

However.

I take issue with just about every reference and implication in her article today. Even starting with that first caption, which got me all riled up - partly because I am so sick lately of those selfies of women declaring their ages and asking for feedback on how old they actually look. And I have my own stories about being mistaken for my daughter's grandma to share with you and her.

But I will be a fair debater and let her make her opening statement first. Then I'm going crazy in the comments. I hope you will too, so that I am not screaming into the void. And disagree with me there also please!

I love you!

Grandma Jane

PS: Isn’t Cathy’s son The Cutest?

Does this look like a grandma to you?

By Cathy Alter

I often tell my writing students that anger is a great place from which to start when writing an opinion piece. There is a greater sense of urgency. Of thought bubble ready to burst. Of hysterical blindness that can create a focus as clear and sharp as someone about to cut a line of cocaine.

My fury starts and ends with motherhood. I got started late, having my son Leo when I was 46 (thanks to a donor egg and a nightly cocktail of hormones). He is now 14, and you can do the math.

Aside from being asked if I’m the grandma (thanks, everyone!), I am often reminded, weekly, when my husband Karl, Leo, and I go thrifting on Saturdays, that Tuesdays and not Saturdays are actually the days I should be looking for that Lazy Susan, Springsteen tee, or Etienne Aigner handbag.

Tuesdays, for you youngsters out there, are “Senior Days” for those of us who are 55 and older at places like Unique and Value Village. If I only suspended my thrill of the hunt until then, I would save 20% on those awesome Frye Campus boots.

Breaking in Leo to be my thrifting buddy. I think he might be pretending to be a scarecrow.

Today, as a matter of fact, a nice man behind the jewelry counter at Unique showed me a cool