{"id":100,"date":"2005-11-04T14:17:38","date_gmt":"2005-11-04T21:17:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=100"},"modified":"2005-11-04T14:28:58","modified_gmt":"2005-11-04T21:28:58","slug":"the-beauty-of-being-this-old-is-that-you-stop-giving-a-shit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=100","title":{"rendered":"The beauty of being this old is that you stop giving a shit"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Last December, a few weeks before my birthday, I sat in my mom’s kitchen discussing with her how freaked out I was about turning 29. I wasn’t anywhere near where I’d thought I’d be at 29. Single, in a job that made me miserable, and still bringing laundry home to my parents’ house. In the midst of this conversation, I took a pee break. After, when I was washing my hands, I looked into my parents’ bathroom mirror and saw one of the most frightening things I’ve ever seen: my first grey hair. <\/p>\n

Two months later, I had Courtney (the man, the myth, the legend) put platinum blonde streaks throughout my hair to disguise this new evil. I’ve since had him redo my roots twice. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to let this current color style grow out and go back to my natural dishwater blonde hair. Which means that I can now see how much grey hair has grown in over the past (almost) year. Holy crap. There’s a lot. Two months before my 30th birthday, you know what, I couldn’t fucking care less.<\/p>\n

Maybe it’s because I’m just blonde enough that only I (or someone REALLY close) can see it. Maybe it’s because my brother told me he’s almost completely grey at his temples, and he’s only three years older than me, which makes me wonder whether I should bother fighting it. Or maybe it’s because last night, I spent at least part of the evening at the Tin Hat playing “Spin the Treo” with two of the cutest 25-year-old guys I know. Yeah, I still got it. Grey hair or no.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last December, a few weeks before my birthday, I sat in my mom’s kitchen discussing with her how freaked out I was about turning 29. I wasn’t anywhere near where I’d thought I’d be at 29. Single, in a job that made me miserable, and still bringing laundry home to my parents’ house. In the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=100"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}