Do you lie about your age?

Reading Ronni’s excellent postDo you lie about your age set me thinking and remembering.

hen I was 11, I was the tallest in my class, was already wearing a bra, and hated it, and looked eighteen. When I went to the cinema, no one would ask me for an ID, I looked old enough to see movies forbidden to under sixteen. In those days, there were no X movies anyway 😉

t twenty-five, as I took after my father, my hair was grey and I started dying it. And I dyed my hair for the next thirty years. Once a month, I sat at the hairdresser’s and spent about three hours there, and had to do that once a month.

Young Claude

On the left, 35 years-old Claude, on the right, 25 years later, sampling a great dessert

I   stopped dyeing my hair five years ago, and my daughter was quite upset about it. I guess she didn’t feel happy seeing her mother grow old. I had been thinking about it for years, even before my husband’s death (1992).
Mind you, they have all sorts of shades and hues at the hairdresser’s. But not for grey hair. No one has bothered trying to create a silver hue. They do sell you shampoo to prevent your grey hair from getting yellow –why should it? But no silver dye.
When I asked if I could dye my hair grey, my natural shade, they looked at me as if I were a madwoman.

It turned out that I had two choices:
the first was to stop dyeing my hair and have it grow white or grey by layers, looking like some sort of ageing punk 😉
the alternative being to stop dyeing it and cut it as short as possible!
I chose the second option and these days, when I go for my haircut, it takes me no more than half an hour.

I remember going back to school (remember, I was a teacher) with my grey hair in September. I had had a really short haircut back in June and was perfectly used to having grey hair. But to other people, it was brand new.
I got a lot of compliments on how YOUNGER I looked with my grey hair. And looking back, I think that people were trying to make me feel better about actually looking OLD! 😉
But the funny part is, at the time, I thought they were sincere, because having grey hair felt good to me.

I   have never lied about my age. And I don’t think I ever will. I am sixty and three quarters. I’ll turn sixty-one at the end of September and it doesn’t bother me the least bit.
Although I must admit, turning sixty was difficult. You feel like you are entering the last part of your life, and the general idea is that one MUST be young, and that getting old is awful.
Somehow, I used to believe this. But I am changing my mind.
here are quite a few advantages to getting old if one is healthy and has enough money to live.
In this country, when you turn sixty, you get concessions in cinemas and theatres, on the trains and in a lot of museums. And you know what? they don’t even ask for proof of your age, because they KNOW that no one ever cheats on their age, at least to say they are older!
I find that younger people are nicer to me than they used to. I never say yes, when some youngster offers his/her seat on the bus or in the subway, because I feel I am not old and tired enough, but it’s comforting to have someone be nice to you.
And I love not having to go to work any longer. I spend my days as I choose and must admit I have slowly given up doing all the things that I found boring and avoid anything that looks like an obligation.
I have always enjoyed staying up late, and could never do it until now. Always had to think about getting up in the morning!
Not any more!

I don’t feel old, I am older and I like it!

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8 thoughts on “Do you lie about your age?

  1. And hurray for you, Claude.

    After dyeing my hair for years and years, I chose the other way from you. I’ve let it grow and grow, trimming off dead ends now and again, but there is still a little color left on the ends. But it will be gone soon, and I’ll be entirely gray. I love it too, and I especially love not going to the hair salon anymore. I never did like doing that.

  2. Yes, to stay up late … and rise late the next morning … and read in bed till 9 if you feel like it. That IS luxury! It’s so wonderful just to slow down and enjoy all the small pleasures there was never time for before. Being able to take up new hobbies is another benefit. Like you with your photography!

  3. Moi? Je suis 61 aussi.
    But being 61 (and male) in Germany doesn’t get me any
    privileges, we males have to be 65, and even then people
    would prefer we die off early, so as to offload the
    overstretched state pension scheme we’ve being paying for
    all our lives, but when it’s it time to collect noone
    want us, or have you asked for one of the limited number
    of anti-avian-flu shots; grumble, moan, whine . . . 😦

    Stu
    PS: as I get older I complain more . . .

  4. Stu, I too sometimes grumble and complain, but I feel that on the whole I have it good. There are things that we can fight for or against, things we don’t appreciate that our governments does, but there are lots of things I like about being older, why not focus on that?
    And as Terri once put it, I strongly feel getting older certainly beats the alternative! 😉

  5. I agree with you Claude – I have relished every year that comes along – there seems to be more and more to interest me the older I get – the secret surely is to have a curious mind which is always wanting to find out about new things. And by the way, I have just learned how to subscribe to your blog by means of its RSS feed. I now get new posts in my mail program, so I shall be a more regulat reader of you blog. best wishes, Tom

  6. Hi there

    I was on a website earlier and came across a female who was 28 but was pretending to be 23.
    It got me wondering about why people lie about their age. So I did a search of “why lie about your age” and came across this blog Claude.

    I found it really interesting and refreashing to know that my life will not stop at 50 (at the minute I am 42). I am even inspired NOT to use the anti-grey dye that I have in the drawer and just to age more gracefully.

    It was a pleasure to read your blog.

    Best wishes
    Roger

  7. I, too, was bestowed the silver gene — my mother says she saw the first strands at 18 or so. At 31 I gave in and dyed it (I’m now 36). But, wouldn’t you know it? I recently married a marvelous man who, at 43, has nearly completely silver hair! He decided not to dye it, and it looks sophisticated. (Said he didn’t want the type of girl who would love him only if his hair was darker.) I asked him what he thought about my matching undercover silver. “How did God make you?” he replied. He would, in short, love to see the “real” me. And so, with some sense of adventure, I am about to make the leap as well. Just wish it was as easy as re-dying! 🙂

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