On Saturday I went to grab a new shirt for this two-week copywriting gig I’m doing. As usual, I poked around the Juniors section. Nothing. It was all low cut jeans and t-shirts that said things like “Princess” and “Bitch” and “If there’s grass on the field, let’s play ball!” Then I wandered past the Women’s section, and suddenly there were things I liked. And they all fit me.

I suppose that 15 months from 30, I shouldn’t be surprised that I bought a shirt from the Women’s section, but it’s taken me almost two days to come to grips with it. What’s next — Metamucil?