to be young at heart...

as my dear friend toby's adaptation of 'peter pan' is set to tear the sydney theatre scene a new one next week, i have been pondering the whole "growing up" thing.

you know. coz peter has this whole 'boy who never grew up' schtick going on, and even though michael jackson has kinda ruined the fantasy for many of us by touching all them kiddies, its still a lovely fantasy all the same. the not growing up thing. not the kiddy touching.

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WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?!?

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anyway, the question here is, have i myself grown up yet? am i really and truly a big girl now?

and if so, will i ever stop feeling like a five year old girl playing dress-ups in her mama's closet?

my friend miss sam and i have an ongoing argument about which of us is more of a grown-up than the other.

admittedly we both have a lot of ticked boxes on our adulthood checklist, but each of us claims that the other's ticks carry more weight.

and ignoring the fact that miss sam is ten years older than me (because apparently age is no indication of maturity nor responsibility*) we both present very strong cases.

so below are two lists. one contains three reasons why miss sam claims i am more grown up than her, followed by three reasons why THIS IS NOT TRUE.

i ask you to read them both and make up your own mind (that i am obviously the less adult of the two of us) so we can end our pety squabbling once and for all and finally move on with our lives.


the case against la nadine:

- has a mortgage;

- has no parents;

- has "people" (solicitor, real estate agent, financial advisor, pool cleaner mortgage broker, builder, etc).



the case against miss sam:

- has a child;

- is divorced;

- has a real job, a career even.


and there you have it.

thoughts? opinions? totally unrelated comments about more interesting topics?



*as is evidenced by several of my exes. and most football players.