about to turn 40, and just before I was about to enter the room, their representative pulled me aside to tell me that I was not – under any circumstances – to ask their client about their impending birthday.It seemed to me a sad thing to request, but given I was only in my 20s at the time I decided not to question it.
Perhaps, when I was about to turn 40, I would be similarly upset about my age. After all, I come from a long line of women who are flexible with the truth when it comes to revealing their birthdates.
When I turned 27, I was instructed by my mother to start lying about my age too, because she ‘can’t be seen to have a child older than that’.Reader, I still don’t know my mum’s age, and have given up trying to find out.But I.
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