So I was watching a teen flick yesterday. Based on a teen novel, two young cancer fighters fall in love, do inspiring things like... fall in love.
This is usually the sort of film that tears me to pieces. I'm left a weepy heap.
Nope. Not this time.
The mother was played by an actress I've seen for years playing the motherly role, she'd be 15 years my senior... but then...
There was the dad.
There's no way he was older than me.
Yeah, he had grey at his temples and in his beard.... but HE WAS MY AGE.
I AM THE SAME AGE AS THE PARENTS IN TEEN MOVIES NOW!!! I've been "sitcom mom" age for about 10 years now... but this... this is a painful realization.