While sitting at the airport, my friend Tish had a revelation. There are too many people in the world trying to prove that they are not getting old.

• love and hope and sex and dreams: Daughter-Mother Dressing

I started to write a comment in her comments section and it got WAY too long for a comment, so I’m posting it here:

Ah, sweetie, it’s alright. I promise.

I know you’re worried that Twitter and Jaiku seem like so much one-sided conversation, but they both depend on the friends that you allow into your network. If you have shallow and self-centered friends, then all you get are quippy comments. If you have intelligent friends, then you end up with enjoyable conversation and a sense of community.

Twitter has been a godsend for me because I feel less isolated in Salt Lake City. I have found the Utah Geeks to Twitter with and I’m closer to my far away friends.

That mother-daughter dressing thing, though. I totally agree with you. It screams a fear of aging. I want to pat them on the arm and say, “It’s going to be fine, honey. Being old isn’t nearly as bad as MTV told you it would be.”

The whole post got me thinking about being old. I’m only 38, but I’m heading into the realm of the ignored. Just because television and movies ignore me, doesn’t mean I don’t exist. It just means that they don’t get my money anymore. And I have ALOT more money than I did when I was in the favorite demographic.

Hey, Movie Producers out there! I want to see an action flick with a forty-year-old woman as the hero, please. Make her really girly and nice, but completely able to blow your freakin’ head clean off. Could you do that for me and not make it ironic? We’re out here. I’m a nice girl who is very polite, but cross me and you will wonder where that girl went for about fifteen seconds. Then you’ll be dealing with pain.

Okay, that’s a total lie.

But I’d like to be that kind of girl, so please make a movie like that for me, okay?