I just turned 50, and I discovered that when you turn 50, your friends decide they must reassure you, as though you have become mired in that anxious moment after a doctor has ordered up some tests but before the results have come back.
“Fifty is the new 30,” they say, because they clearly worry that saying “50 is the new 40” will still bring on the feeling that you are under assault by the ravages of time. “Your kids will keep you young,” they tell me, because I have three children under the age of seven. Oh, and someone looked at a photograph of her grandmother at 50, and let me tell you, she looked two decades older than any 50-year-old does now!
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John Podhoretz is editor of COMMENTARY.