I pride myself on being quite with it and current. You would never guess what my real age is, and I'd like to keep it that way. I almost never say things like "When I was your age" or "Back in the day", because as far as I'm concerned, I'm still 18, yo!
A lot of my friends are younger than me, as is my boyfriend, and usually I never even notice the difference.
Beehive and I were on the subway going to work, and someone got on REEKING of what I thought to be Loves Baby Soft. Does ANYONE remember this scent? It was really big in the 80's, and I'm not even sure if they still sell it, but I recall that I wore it, as did all my friends. It smelled faintly of baby powder mixed with musk, and it had a very innocent air about it, although the packaging looked like a nice sized dildoe.
At any rate, I smelt Loves Baby Soft on the train. And I said it, out loud. And I got a look of total confusion. "Loves Baby Soft? You mean, like Baby Wipes?"
No! Loves Baby Soft! The sweet smell of 14 yr old girl getting fingered by her high school crush in her parents basement. You know!
But no. He didn't know.
Later, same train ride. We ran into Jimmy, who is Beehive's cohort in people-watching. They were discussing one of our favorite subway riders, Seigfreid. Seigfried has a blonde ponytail, wears ladies jeans, and carries a Louis Vuitton man purse. Seigfried is awesome. For some reason we were talking about what Seigfried would wear to the beach, and I brought up Jams.
Does anyone remember Jams? Those hideous, brightly patterned long shorts--I don't know if I knew anyone who actually wore them, but for some reason, the word came to my lips and I uttered it aloud. Jams.
They both looked at me and went, "Jams?" "Oh, you mean capris?"
Yea, sure. Whatever. Capris.
I hate being old!!!