I didn’t want to be weird about turning thirty. Being weird about turning thirty is a cliché. It’s not feminist, it’s not cool, it’s not modern or progressive. It’s heteronormative, it’s hysterical, it’s bourgeois, it’s suburban. It’s very predictable. It’s too Rachel Green. It’s princessy, precious, and completely pathetic. I didn’t want to be any of these things.
