Here's how I know I'm officially old.
And no, I'm not talking about the moment when I realized that, from this point forward, any time I have a dessert, there better be coffee with it. Although that did happen. And if you serve me something sweet at an event without also providing a cuppa joe, I'm gonna be pissed.
I'm talking about the time when I finally watched the movie "Basic Instinct," (only 26 years late) which was supposed to be quite sexy -- and, truth be told, probably is, although Michael Douglas kind of killed the vibe for me. Turns out he's a dude I just want to see solving crimes, not getting naked.
Anyway, there's a moment in the movie when he takes Jeanne Tripplehorn home after a long day at the office, and in a moment of unchecked desire, he rips off her clothes to reveal some slinky undergarments.
It was at this point that I heard myself shout loudly and sarcastically, "Oh, like she wore those stockings to WORK!"
Are your wild days behind you when practicality pre-empts passion? Time will tell.