It’s been a tough day for me realizing how old I am. First I found out that the little kid from Big Daddy was actually two kids, Dylan and Cole Sprouse, and that they can legally drink one year from today. And now I’m being informed by the internet that it’s Barack Obama‘s birthday today as well and he’s only…51-years old. Wait…since when is the President of the United States younger than my parents?
I know this isn’t even that weird, but it’s completely blowing my mind right now. Looking at Obama, I’d probably have pegged him at 50-ish, but for some reason it never occurred to me that the person America goes to for advice could be younger than the people that I go to for advice. (And yes, that is the full definition of the president’s job.) I mean of course he’s young, because Sasha and Malia are young, I just never thought about it before. And a little brief research has revealed that Obama’s the first president to be younger than my parents, as George W. Bush is 66, and Bill Clinton is 65, while my dad just turned 58 and my mom will be 60 in September.
But what’s wrong with me? It’s not like he’s Doogie Howser, he’s middle-aged. But I remember when I was just a disillusioned kid and fifty sounded so old, like a full life. And now my parents are almost ten years past it and I’m halfway there myself. Agh! This is so weird. Happy birthday, Obama, but how do I trigger the Benjamin Button function?
Sigh. My world is so upside-down today! Soon you’ll be telling me that there are Olympic gold-medalists who are younger than me, and that would really ruin my day. Oh goddamnit, Gabby Douglas.