{"id":448,"date":"2008-05-01T09:43:50","date_gmt":"2008-05-01T13:43:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sarahdopp.com\/blog\/?p=448"},"modified":"2008-05-01T09:45:50","modified_gmt":"2008-05-01T13:45:50","slug":"now-that-im-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/2008\/now-that-im-25\/","title":{"rendered":"Now that I&#8217;m 25&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"juiz-outdated-message jodpm-top\">Heads up, this content is 18 years old. Please keep its age in mind while reading.<\/div><p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/23268879@N07\/2451522828\/in\/set-72157604810989992\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/sarah-bday.jpg\" alt=\"sarah-bday.jpg\" align=\"right\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"5\" vspace=\"5\" \/><\/a>Age is a silly thing.  I work with someone who claims to play with his age the same way I <a href=\"http:\/\/www.genderfork.com\">play with my gender<\/a>, and I think it&#8217;s a fair analogy.  Age is a biologically-based number with lots of social constructions built up around it.  I don&#8217;t really get to change my age.  But I get to play with it.<\/p>\n<p>Today I turn 25, and I&#8217;m not being quiet about it. Thanks to the beauty of social networking websites, hundreds of people are aware that it&#8217;s my birthday and are taking the 30 seconds out of their day to congratulate me on it.  I&#8217;m being ambushed with text messages, emails, direct messages, and facebook wall notes.  (Thank god I&#8217;m not getting that many phone calls.)   I&#8217;m over the phase of trying to pretend it&#8217;s not my birthday and feeling neglected when people don&#8217;t magically remember it.  I have no problem telling you.  <em><strong>IT&#8217;S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.<\/strong><\/em>   I don&#8217;t want gifts.  Just acknowledgment.  Just jump up and down  with me for a second. Help me make it a little more real. Help me convince my subconscious to make a shift in self-image.   Help me close the door on age 24.<\/p>\n<p>What&#8217;s the difference between today and yesterday?  Not a year, that&#8217;s for sure.  The difference is a social construction.  &#8220;25&#8221; means something different than &#8220;24&#8221;.  It means a quarter of a century.  It means I can rent a car without paying the Irresponsible Driver Penalty.  It means I&#8217;m in my &#8220;mid-twenties&#8221; instead of my &#8220;early twenties.&#8221;  It means I&#8217;m three years older than the average age of college graduation, which means I could, legitimately, based on mainstream standards, reasonably do the jobs I do now.<\/p>\n<p>At some point in my life, I fell under the impression that I wouldn&#8217;t be taken seriously until I turned 25.  I called bullshit on that notion a long time ago, but I still noticed the raised eyebrows.  Now that I&#8217;ve hit the number, I&#8217;m done with the eyebrows.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m 25 years old with 11 years experience building websites and reading poetry at microphones, and four years of self-employment in the tech industry.  I&#8217;ve never lied about my age, but I&#8217;m done with trying to walk like I&#8217;m older than I am.  I get to be 25 now.  And all of the middle fingers I&#8217;ve been giving social constructions for the last handful of years can relax.  I made it.  So there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heads up, this content is 18 years old. Please keep its age in mind while reading.Age is a silly thing. I work with someone who claims to play with his age the same way I play with my gender, and I think it&#8217;s a fair analogy. 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