Wednesday, August 17, 2005
It's my birthday. I am young, perhaps, by comparison to most people I know, but I feel old. Should I have done more? Should I have written more? Achieved more? Who can say? I better get cracking. I saw some of the Teen Choice Awards last night. That made me feel old. And male. It should be called the Screaming Fourteen Year Old Girl Awards. All the young movie stars sort of look generically the same. And all the girls act the same. They aren't allowed to have personalities or be funny. They are only allowed to look good. It worries me. But perhaps that is simply an old man worry.