…when you watch movies like Animal House and you side with the dean.
Yeah, that’s another sign. When you go in for a hair cut and they also trim the eyebrows and defoliate the ears.
Meh, I figure I’ll bump this old thread rather than creating a new one for my shocked realization / possible humble-brag.
It smacked me in the face today as I was getting texts/calls from family on my (and my wife of course) anniversary! Why you ask? Because I realized it was our 21st - and that our marriage is old enough to go out and get drunk on it’s own. OMFG.
There will be much drinking tonight, both for happiness at our 21+ years together (we’ve been together much longer, and living together for several years prior to marriage) but also at how damn old I feel now.
Now excuse me, I’ll shut up and go away until next year when we hit the big 5-0 and I must over-share.
I remember it as being just another stupid fad scare I ignored. There’s been a fair number over the years.
Come back when you hit 25 and 50 years married, sonny ;).
Now I really feel old, since my marriage is over twice as old as yours.
Well, I do have the advantage / disadvantage of being among the younger members of the board, although by no means the youngest.
I was at Victoria’s Secret and the cashier says “my mother really likes the (something?) comfort style bra” (me sighing)
I occasionally look up people I knew in college, and I’m astonished to find that – they’re my age. They’re supposed to be nineteen.
On the other hand, I just went to my 50th college reunion, and we looked a lot younger than the 50th reunion class did when I graduated.
Those of us who weren’t dead, that is.
Hooooboy. Where to start?
When the fog isn’t just COVID - related.
When you arrange your time out of the house with access to a bathroom as the #1 priority.
When you are holding off on the spinal surgery so your wife can have her hip replacement first.
When your level of rage is lowered as the last artifacts of testosterone flee your body for greener and juicier pastures.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
I just went this year to my 50th high school reunion and by now I recognized almost nobody until I was introduced. I still think we should be like we were. The girl who’d been a cheerleader, and I still recognized, had gray hair. 
We insisted on name tags at our 50th! Thank goodness, because, while I look almost exactly the same, everybody else had aged considerably.
I haven’t had my 50th high school reunion yet. But I have been to the 50th anniversary re-releases of two movies I saw during their original releases.
My 40th was held a year late, in the summer of 2022, and in the group picture, the woman who organized it was doing the splits. Most people couldn’t have done that 40 years before!
Saw a huge marquee outside the Chicago Theater: Jethro Tull, Aqualung LIVE… 50th Anniversary!
And I thought back to the Zeroth Anniversary. It was basic Tull concert, but they surprised us… the concert opened completely dark with a tiny spotlight on a guy in white tails performing a piano concerto (which of course segued into the beginning of “Locomotive Breath”). But we had no idea, no one knew there was a new album coming out!
I splurged on box seats: $8 apiece (The 50th was almost ten times that).
I saw Joanne Worley in The Mad Show in NY before she was on Laugh In. I saw her about 10 years ago in “On the Twentieth Century” in San Jose. Very close to 50 years between these.