I just read somewhere that it's "disturbing for women to hold onto the dewey beauty of their early 20's"....hmmm, I had not thought of that time of my life as a period of high-ranking beauty, quite frankly. Unless you consider bad eyebrows, weird fashion sense, and a general disconnection from most forms of joy, attractive. Sure, some young angry men and creepy older men, apparently, did. Ok, so maybe it was the dewey skin that framed my deer-in-the-headlights-I-have-no-clue-whatsoever exression (though, truth be told, my skin has always been kind of dry). I just wouldn't get too nostalgic about a time when I had a negative emotional IQ and was impressed by guys who openly admitted to loving porn and hating their mothers in equal measure (though, let's face it, where would the porn industry be without guys who hated their mothers?). Am I missing something? Cuz all I have to say is thank God for time passing. The only thing I'm holding onto from my early twenties is a dresser that I bought at a yard sale and that conveniently fits in my closet, my Thelma n' Louise poster, and my first garbage can (which has to be symbolic of something...though, what, I don't know.)

Just for today, I am grateful to be older.