Man this is sad.
I accept it. I honor it and, in some ways I understand it. But still, it’s a sad day for the elder blogosphere.
The decision to do so has been building for the reasons below and other related ones, but response to today’s post – and it’s only 11AM here – tipped me over the edge. Isn’t it odd how often decisions are made on small events.
I can’t tell you which of half a dozen emails telling me that 60 isn’t old or you’re only as old as you feel or age is relative or whatever other excuse did it. It’s all bullshit. Old is old. The Crabby Old Lady in me is finished arguing that, along with all her versions of old-is-as-worthy-as-every-other-age.
Too many people want to slice and dice the language and proclaim their youthfulness in other ways unto the grave and if that is your position, this or any blog is unlikely to change your mind.
But all this age denial (the negative ones never publish publicly; they just rant in emails to me) before noon has made the decision for me. I’m out of energy to move forward with this.