The Joys Of Being A Babyface
Sometimes, you do have to remind people that you’re not stupid.
I get asked all the time:
You look good for your age
You will appreciate it when you’re older
Awww you’re so cute sweetie. You really can’t be that old are you.
From hearing these comments, I can tell we are a very youth obsessed society.
Here’s the 411:
- Genetics. There’s a lot of young looking people in my family. 40 year olds look 20. 30 year olds look like teenagers. People say that I look the same like I did in grade school and high school. I did change by growing a tad bit taller..
- I wear sunscreen every 2 hours. (Well technically every 180 minutes, SPF 50).
- My twice a day skin care regime is very important. I used Clearasil and Neutrogena in high school. I used Proactive in Hades aka college. Acne Free and Equate 3 Step Systems have worked best on my skin. You gotta find the product that works best with your skin. You might have to go to a dermatologist to find the right products for your skin.
- I drink other waters, but FIJI is my HOLY GRAIL. It’s pure gold and does wonders to my skin.
- VERY IMPORTANT. I keep stressful people, places, guys and churches out of my life. I’m very comfortable at this moment in time and NO ONE is going to take me out of my peace.
- I found some protein shakes that will apparently keep my skin “elastic” and keep my joints working like I’m a teenager. I’ll try them out and let you know. I’m a very proactive person and like to prevent decline, wear and tear before it starts.
- There’s perks. There’s also annoyances. Bottom line: I got the fountain of youth, and I’m considered a proud vampire.
There’s times where there’s elephants in the room and I got speak my mind. Others make me cringe in disapproval. Some things are straight disrespectful.
They say don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Yet we do all the time. I’ve been on the receiving end of it.
The times where….being a babyface is an adventure.
A fun one at that.
- The times where there’s all those empty seats on the bus, yet a guy chooses to sit next to me thinking that it will make my day. It doesn’t make my day. I wish you wouldn’t, I cherish my space. And no, I’m not a little girl that wants any sort of your candy. Being a babyface, the guys think you’re a stupid teenager waiting to hear their their romantic words. Get lost wannabe prince charming. This is the non-cursing edition. I sometimes ask if I look that stupid and gullible, because I’m obviously not.
- The time recently (9/23/2019 to be exact) where a creepy lady sat in a pile of s*** just to sit next to me at the bus station. I got up and walked away. Then on the bus she sat next to me again. No no no. My mom says she thought I was a cute little kid. NO NO NO! QUIT giving creepers an excuse to be creepers! This makes me want to say I’m an introvert on buses and libraries. I appreciate my space please. If you want someone to call cute, get a dog or cat,or stuffed animal, and leave me alone.
- The times where they (people in the store, police and so on) ask me if I’m still in school, because I choose to be unassuming. I dress casually, no makeup and I don’t draw attention to myself. Because I don’t brag, I get subjected to all kinds of questions. There’s times to step it up and cut a rug. There’s times to keep a low profile. If I liked school more, I wouldn’t mind the ARE YOU IN COLLEGE question. We don’t get along at all, and the only school I’m claiming at this point is my high school.
- The times were I go to bars and get hammered not by the tequila, but the weirdo/bouncer at the beginning. I don’t have no interest in taking you home with me, and not impressed that you are impressed with the “baby face.” I really want to go with my girls and enjoy my evening harassment free. That has happened way too many times. I sometimes toy with the idea of getting 10K worth of alcohol and building my own bar. There’s this alcohol from Italy that is AMAZING that I have to go to Italy just to find it.
- The times where my friends are underage in the bar, getting drinks from the bartender, yet bouncers don’t bother them. Guess who they profile the most? Yours truly. Yet I’m the OLDEST IN THE GROUP.
- The times where I’m called sweetie. It’s meant to be a term of endearment, but the way people say it it sometimes sounds condescending. If we have history where we got it like that, no problem. But it usually isn’t the case. If you wouldn’t call your boss sweetie, don’t call me it. And treat me the way you treat your best friend, how you would like to be treated.
- The times where I have a wristband for being over 21 yet meddlesome bartenders want to see my ID. As soon as they find out that someone in my party was/is gonna spend more than 1000 on the tab, they all of sudden act so much nicer and begging for our business if we changed our minds due to the bad treatment (this happened in real life several times). Ma’am and kissing our asses isn’t necessary, but leaving me and my ID “be” is. We don’t need your policing, perceptions and double checking.
- The times where I had to set a wannabe superior straight (this was in my early and later teens especially). At a summer camp job another counselor I said I only take orders from the boss. It stopped it that time. People will ate you initially but ultimately come around and respect you. I’m a team player, but you can feel when you are being bullied. I’m not the whipping girl, coffee girl runner, secretary or ass kisser. Nope.
- Times where people try to thwart their powers on you because they think their older and can push you around. I gotta really stand my ground on this one, because it happens more than I like to admit. I worked at a Walmart Holiday Conference 2019 recently and the person I was working with was being petty on me waiting on my ride on the 3rd day. ( I like to volunteer and take on 3 day gigs sometimes. It’s fun). I was waiting on my ride because I was sharing a car. She pulled me aside and said. “It’s not a good idea for you to hanging out here after your shift is over.” I wouldn’t be hanging out here if my ride was here. (Day or night if guys wouldn’t harass me I would gladly walk home. I mentioned it was a safety issue. I can’t freaken go to the bars anymore without a guy bothering me, what made her think I can walk up the road after working in the dark without being bothered?). Any other person I ever worked was ok with me waiting for my ride, I wasn’t bothering anyone and I let her know this. “Well it’s situational.” There’s always a petty person who pushes the envelope, according to the people I talked to about this within the companies associated with the conference. I can understand if I brought my whole family in there to eat at the hotel with other paying patrons. I can understand if I was harassing people and asked for money. I can understand if my kids were there running around the hotel making noise throughout the hallway. I can understand if I was sitting in the lobby all day hours and hours after my shift is over. I took this “situational situation” to the person who was the lobby and asked if it was ok with me sitting in the lobby to wait on my ride. The lobby person along with people off the record said they had no issue with it, and said that lady boss was tripping. I asked the lobby person if I was threatening in any way, or bothering people in the lobby? As she pointed out, most people were on their phones, not giving two shits about me or the blueberry muffin and banana I was eating or who was paying what. I was working with the hotel for a conference, it’s not like I walked off the street and came in there invading everyone and eating for free. Apparently, I damaged the hotel’s food budget with the blueberry muffin and banana I ate, despite us having permission to eat…She also asked how old I was. I asked her the same. Which is another thing. Oh if you are reading this, we are the same age. I told you over 21 because I thought it was weird that you asked. We don’t know each other that well…This my friends is a reason why I don’t work a normal 9 to 5 job. I can’t imagine what kind of target they would have on my back. Either they would ride my back, think I’m supposed to clean up after everyone like a maid or put my head on at stake. .
- The times where superiors and people in general think they can talk to me in anyway, and think I’m gonna kiss their a** despite. At a recent gig a boss once again tried to push a power move. By saying in a underlying tone “I heard you talking so I gotta make sure you heard me.” I love being a team player. After I said “who are you talking to” all of sudden she was the nicest lady wanting to me by friend. It’s ridiculous that you have to stand up and say “motherf**** who you think you talking to” instead of treating people the way you want to be treated initially. You gotta pick your battles, but I notice the more you stand up for yourself and don’t let people pick on you, the more they respect you. It shouldn’t have to get to that, because I’m a calm, cool, collected person. I don’t like battling folks, I like making friends. Being a babyface you gotta let people know I’m not your b****.
- PT 2: I work Thirteenth Hour in Indy (if you are into haunted houses). It’s a way to get out of the house and have fun when I’m not booked doing anything else. This girl is definitely younger than me. She was like “well go to the bathroom them. After I told her I needed to use it before the haunt starts. And I told her hey watch your tone and don’t raise your voice at me. After I closed the restroom door she told her twin omg she snapped at me. I told her don’t talk to me disrespectfully and you don’t have to worry about it. I told her I don’t have any beef with her but it was how she said it. You know that feeling where you KNOW someone is not treating you right due to their tone, and how they say it to you. I’m not out here trying to make enemies, but like I said above I’m not a doormat or a b**** for you to walk all over. Even if you think someone is younger or older why would you purposely try to walk all over them anyways?
- There’s times when how old I am is a curiosity. Are you wondering about the ages of others around you as well? What bout that older guy drinking the coffee? Are you just as curious about his age too? What about the lady who’s doing line dancing? In other words: They ask me in the light that I’m a young kid and I don’t like it. If you ask me like I’m in grade school or high school, I’ll be turned off. I wouldn’t go back to grade school or high school even if I could. I see alumni hanging out at my old high school a lot, but I have no interest…
- The times at the library where a creeper sits next to me, YET THERE’s SO MANY OPEN COMPUTERS. Why do they have to invade my space with their presence? Sit next to that guy over there!
- The times where I get more peace in the teen section of the library, because I don’t get harassed by older guys creeping over my shoulder.
- The times where guys in the music industry think you are younger than what you are, and propose crazy ideas like recording at 2 am in their apartment. Or worst in their basement. Do I look that damn stupid is usually my response, then I say a repeating f*** no. I’m not trying to get raped, or be a story for you to tell ya boys for the next 2 weeks before you find another lady to try and screw. Or worst, end up with some disease that I can’t get rid of for the life of me, or be stuck with a kid. No thank you!
- The times where you get hit on by guys younger than you and way older than you. People playing games to find out how old you are to either hook you up with some guy or try to take the opportunity for themselves. It doesn’t stop.
- The times where people give you well intentioned advice, but they underestimate what you bring to the table or don’t consider that you also have had life experiences as well. They think “you are too young to know or experience life.” Because people underestimate me so much, I learned to not to underestimate anyone. People younger can teach you something and yes. People young and old can have life experiences that I can learn from.
- The times where people walk too close to you behind the street. I’m noticing this more lately and I don’t like it. They think you “look nice” so this must mean you are stupid. Very wrong assessment on their part. I have never considered getting a gun or a permit until that started happening. I do carry pepper spray for the time being.
- When I said I’m hitting dirty 30 and so many of my friends became surprised. Even amongst them, they have ideas and perceptions of what a 30 year old supposed to be. They think like a lot of this world.
- I can still wear my grade school and high school clothes. Yes, I do update my clothes all the time despite.
- I get discounts. A LOT of discounts.
- Yeah, I’ll definitely appreciate it when I’m older. But I appreciate it right now too.
- The only one I can think of on top of my head like I said above: If I liked school more, I wouldn’t mind the ARE YOU IN COLLEGE question. The only way to get people to stop asking is to say I didn’t go at all, or tell them my friends passed away from suicide and I don’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t treated nice because of my race, and they subtly tried to make you feel like you can’t do things because of your skin color. At the tender age of 18 I was stupid to think that I lived in a world where race doesn’t matter. Sadly it does. (I don’t tell this to people I’m getting to know or generally speaking, because no one cares. It’s like TMI or being the annoying person that spills the beans on your life story when getting to know someone.) BOTTOM LINE: My college and I don’t get along at all, and the only school I’m claiming at this point is my high school.
The sagas continue.
As more stories come in, I’ll update it or make a part 2. There’s too many stories to list.
According to several people I work with, my memory is very good. I remember things people wish I didn’t remember.
Anyone else a baby face? Have cool stories to share? Comment below.