Why Lie About My Age?

November 2, 2010 at 11:49 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I have never actually lied about my age, though I have gone into places where I was supposed to be older.

In Australia, the legal age of adulthood, the drinking age, was twenty-one until after I actually reached that age. I was in my twenties when it was lowered to eighteen. As a result, if I went into a pub or a club and imbibed alcohol, I was breaking the law. I did it anyway.

I was married at twenty, was teaching in schools, and regarded myself as an adult. Consequently, I went with my fiance-then-husband to pubs and clubs and had my Bacardi-and-Coke. The laws were not as strictly enforced then as they are now, and I was never questioned about my age, even though I did look very young. If I had been asked, I would have admitted to being under-age – my drivers licence showed it anyway.

Apart from that issue though, I have never seen any reason to pretend about my age. Many women are horrified at the thought that people might find out their age. They go to great measured to keep it a secret. I don't care about that – I am what I am. I have lived the years I have, and don't see why I should pretend differently. Indeed, I am proud of them. After all, some of those years were hard-earned!