Last week, I was working a recruitment event for Girl Scouts. I
had to share a table with another organization and about an hour into the
event, the woman asks, "How old are you?" I was quiet for a few
seconds and then she says, "You're young, right?"
"I'm young," I agreed.
This
is not the first time I've been questioned about my age. Since starting my
first professional job at Northern Arizona University, I've been questioned
about my age, often mistaken for an undergraduate student, a law student and a
Girl Scout leader, even after disclosing my title and role. I get it. Those roles are not too far off, but being
mistaken for a high school student recently was an interesting feeling to say
the least.
I
have complained about this and the consensus is that I should accept the fact
that I look young and keep it moving. “Take it in stride,” they say. “You’ll appreciate it later” is another
common saying. I understand and I accept
it, but have this much to offer.
My
supervisors and other colleagues are never asked their age and it is safe to
say that they “look” their age and appear to deserve the jobs and titles they
have. Since I look young, it makes sense
that people want to ensure my authority, whereas those who appear older automatically
are afforded that privilege.
I
say all of that to say that I’ve decided to no longer disclose my age and it’s
not because I’m ashamed. I’m proud of my
age and where I am in life, but honestly, I’m qualified to do what I do. Therefore, my age, whatever it is, does not
matter.
