I suppose it doesn’t matter who came up with loads of silly rules: You can’t wear brown and black together, or stripes and spots (see how I proved “them” wrong!), you need to date someone the same age as you – or if you’re female, someone a little older than you – dessert should be eaten last, cereal is breakfast, and you can’t eat ice cream in months that don’t have an “r” in its name. Okay, that last one was made up by my mother, as far as I know, and it is well-known that kids don’t listen to their parents; especially not when it comes to treats, or after a certain age. But I digress…
Remember my “Art of dating” post? Turns out I’ve moved on and although I’m still not all that keen on the concept of going on a date, I’m willing to give the whole thing a try. Maybe. Anyhoo. There is apparently a documented rule about age and dating (while I don’t consider myself old, the majority of my friends and acquaintances are younger than what I am, so if I’m going to allow them to set me up with their friends, siblings, etc. age is a bit of a consideration). It is called the “half-your-age-plus-seven” rule. According to that vastly reliable source, Wikipedia, “The never date anyone under half your age plus seven rule is a rule of thumb used by some in the American culture to judge whether the age difference in an intimate relationship is socially acceptable (according to whom?). The rule existed as early as 1951, when it appeared in the play The Moon is Blue by F. Hugh Herbert, and subsequently in the 1953 Otto Preminger film of the play.
If I am to apply that rule to my life, calculating from the age I’ll be on my birthday this year, I should set my sights on men between 24 and 56. Can you tell I’m over-analysing stuff again?
So to hell with the rules! I’ll have corn flakes for dinner, ice cream in June (yes I am, mom!), and wear my stripey shoes with my dotty dress…
Because this dude, he seems to know about happiness and rules. And as long as I have stuff to read and write, my family and friends, and my imagination, I have happiness. You can keep all your other rules.
- From The Pastry Dungeon: Tonka Bean Ice Cream with Scotch Caramel Swirl (sweets.seriouseats.com)
- ice cream (chloeaevm.wordpress.com)
- Businessman forced to rename ice cream because it lacks in fat (telegraph.co.uk)