I had a birthday recently. I didn't progress to a new decade of life, and it wasn't even to an age divisible by 5, but I'm definitely feeling it. Twenty-eight. That is absolutely, no doubt, late-twenties. And I am starting to get comfortable with this new age: I can see that I am not the target audience for super low-rise jeans (okay, well I still own, but will definitely not buy more of them). Another realization I had, while visiting NYC this weekend: I am feeling a bit more confident to say "I don't get it." Those of you who know me probably know that this is something I am not comfortable with. But I went to the Whitney Museum, and happened to stop by the Paul McCarthey exhibit (not McCartney, as I initially thought), and it. was. bad. Painfully bad. It wasn't just modern in a way that I didn't understand, but it was awful in a way that I felt bad for the people (docents?) that stand around making sure you don't lick the exhibits. So there--I've said it. I didn't get it. And while we're on the topic: hair hats?
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