Tara Hunt wrote an entry about aging. She will turn 34 soon and she asked what the rest of us thought:

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I know I should care about all this stuff. You know, putting on that greasy goop on my face to prevent wrinkles and all the other things my grandma did to keep beautiful. I know I SHOULD care about that stuff, but I just can’t get myself to worry about it.

I never considered myself beautiful when I was young, so now that I’m getting older, I have no fear of losing my beauty. I never had it. Can’t miss nothin’ ya never had, right?

What I DO miss, though, is the freedom to dye my hair strange colors. My hair would be bright red with a white streak at my forehead right now if I wasn’t 38 years old. Sure, I can dye my hair whatever color I want. The technology right now gives me opportunities I never had in 1987. I don’t have to work for THE MAN, so dyeing my hair bright red wouldn’t affect my employment at all. I have complete freedom to do whatever I desire with my hair, but I just can’t do it.

A few years ago, I saw a fifty-year-old woman with tattoos covering her arms and back. She looked like she was desperately trying to prove that she was still young. She was physically fit and looked good for her age, but the tattoos actually made her look older and sadly desperate. I have seen people my age with strangely colored hair and I have noticed that I feel the same about them.

I LIKE being 38 years old. I don’t want to give anyone the impression that I don’t like my age. I wouldn’t trade with a 21 year old. Seriously, I wouldn’t. If I were to dye my hair to my heart’s content, I would give the world the impression that 38 years old wasn’t good enough and that is something that I don’t want anyone else to think.

So, I have brown hair naturally highlighted by the sun. No red. No bright white streak. I’m a rogue incognito. Being 38 years old feels great and I don’t want anyone to think that I might think otherwise.