When It's Your Birthday

I celebrated my birthday last Sunday and when asked how old I was I told the truth. The lady who asked was horrified. “Oh, no, dear. You’re supposed to say x and holding.”
Why?
Granted I am of an age where the majority of my sisters and brothers are tossing half-dollars in the fountain of youth, but I have earned every year I’ve spent on the planet.
And I’ve learned from those years. Go me!
So why am I mentioning this? The day after my birthday, I read that the first 150 year old had been born and that within a generation the next 1000 year old will have been born. The key is using stem cells to undo the damage of aging if not outright preventing the body from growing old.
My first thought–Whoa, we need definite population control measures enacted.
My second thought–So would a millineals need to be two hundred before they were considered adult?
And don’t get me started on maturity. That seems to be completely age independent.

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