that's encouraging

On night three of my four, one of my 'younger' co-workers wanted me to guess her age. Which immediately cued me into the fact that she was probably anywhere from 19-25, so I said, I dunno, twenties? Don't you want to try a little more specific than that? is her reply. No, I think, but whatever--- so I say, hey, twenties is a good spot to be! I myself was in my twenties until yesterday morning! 

Oh my gawd--- you're thirty? she says. That is so old! 

I should have her talk with my 7 year old, who's amazed that any of us last past 19. Because that is ancient. 

And really, being the 30 year old mature person that I am, I could blow off any insults to my experience, but turns out, that this young co-worker (21, thank you very much--- and a nursing student, so she knows, like, tons!) also felt the need to criticize my taste in music. 

Wow. I don't know anyone who likes that band. In fact, I hate it! Nothing personal, I just can't stand her. 

People, people: Age is just a number, but music is sacred. I once heard it said that if you really want to get to know and understand someone, listen to their music. You don't rain on someone's mixed tape. Like, ever. 

Especially if said mixed tape includes Florence and the Machine. 

Whom I get to see in July! Squee!