It seems Barbie's mid-life crisis started around five years ago when this former beauty queen was traumatized after receiving her AARP card in the mail. Recent tattoos, endless diets, strict workout regimens, and bizarre anti-aging rituals- yep, her mid-life crisis was in full swing. Who can blame her?
Why am I even thinking about a tattoo for the first time, at the age of 53, with grown children and aging parents and memberships to three synagogues on Manhattan's Upper West Side? Why do I keep on asking myself what sign, what image, which words, what message I would want marked on my body? Is this a sign of mid-life crisis? Is it a diversion from more important matters?
There's always something that rudely awakens us to the reality of age. The blank stare of the thirty-something at the office when I mentioned 'fiddling while Rome burns.' The moment I hesitated to use the words 'pay phone' to describe a telecom job on my resume. Or simply that slightly panicky feeling I've felt when I've left home without even a tiny tube of concealer in my makeup bag.
Some theorists suggest that this blurred boundary of work and life is a result of technology alone, but I have always felt it's caused by a number of inter-connected factors. Newspapers, social media and even our schooling help promote the need to be as good as or better than the next person. Whatever the cause, work has entered our whole lives.