Gore TV

ONE month ago, when I was still in my thirties, a kind friend said to me in a voice both convincing and cheerful, “Hey! So you’re turning forty! That’s cool! ‘Cause you know, forty is the new thirty!”

Which really worked, actually. I mean, I bought it. Until last weekend, when I was walking along the beach and passed a young, fit guy in his twenties wearing a T-shirt stenciled with a slogan in thick black lettering. “Forty,” it read, “Is NOT the New Thirty.”