Saturday, October 31, 2009


Today is my birthday and I am not usually the type to worry about getting older, but recently it occurred to me that thirty-seven is a full twenty years from seventeen. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be seventeen again. Ever. But twenty years?

The show Thirtysomething was a hit during the late eighties and though I was a little too young to really follow it, I must have caught a few episodes here and there. I remember being annoyed by several of the female characters, especially Hope and sometimes Nancy. There was always so much self involved drama on the show, but the women especially got to me. I resolved that wasn't going to be one of those women when I had a family.

A few weeks ago, I caught an NPR interview with several members of the cast discussing the twentieth anniversary of the first episode of Thirtysomething. I couldn't remember which actors went with which characters, so I came home and looked up the wikipedia synopsis on the program. Then I stumbled on this:

"Hope is a writer and stay-at-home mother who struggles between her desire to be at home with her daughter, Janey (and later son, Leo) and her need to work. Due to her feminist views, she sometimes feels like a sellout for having become a homemaker."

Uh oh.


Linda P. said...

Happy Birthday! Not only were you 17 twenty years ago, but in 20 years you'll be 57. Someone pointed this depressing math out to me recently and asked me, "What do you want your life to look like when you get there?"

latisha said...

wow. im laughing out of my chair. nice find. great post.

Becky said...

Ha! Yeah, those episodes might bear rewatching!

Happy Birthday! I'll turn 37 this year too.