I was registering for a Time Out New York free movie contest, and the scroll-down menu of possible birth dates started at 1946. I'm not that old - yet - but that's depressing.
Similarly, the screening notice for "Factory Girl" which I didn't use Tuesday advised that audience members needed to be between 18 and 54. Whew, just made it!
It's probably now safe to admit I went to an early screening of "American Pie" (then called "East Great Falls High") where the audience was supposed to be 35 and under. I was 47 at the time. (Waiting for movie market research police to show up...) Despite my advanced age, I enjoyed the movie and no one questioned my being there.
I don't get why 18-34 is the desirable marketing demographic, when older people have a lot more money. At least, the young 'uns I worked with were usually broke. Old folks are supposedly more set in their ways, but what good is being flexible when you can't afford anything?
I am getting targeted for age-specific items, possibly due to being an AARP member. Just before becoming eligible, AARP materials magically show up in everyone's mailbox. My friend R angrily threw the stuff away, but I joined thinking I could take advantage of the discounts (and their magazine has a Merl Reagle puzzle). Anyway, I just got an e-mail offering me a free subscription to "Arthritis Today" and received a letter inviting me into a women's medical study (depressingly, I was too old for this study as it needed to be less than 3 years since... TMI).
I read "The Ivy Chronicles" by Karen Quinn. Set in the same upscale NYC private school milieu as "Play Dates," this was more interesting and funnier. Somehow it's all believable, even when one of the bad guys gets eaten by crocodiles. A hoot.