I remember when my Dad turned 40 and my mom threw him an Over The Hill party. All the adults sprayed their hair grey or wore wigs, stuffed their clothes with padding to show they let go of their younger bodies, and dressed in mismatched, out of style clothes. Even though it was a joke, as I grew up, this backed up the image I had of turning 40: old, nobody wanted to turn 40 because it was all downhill from there, and women didn't want to state their age so they were forever 29. Sometime[...]