two reasons i'm relatively certain that the whole "the thirties are the new twenties" philosophy is bullsh*t:
1. i spent the past hour & a half organizing my socks into careful, perfect pairs - not just by type and color, but by wear pattern and remaining elasticity.
2. at the market today, the bagger boy (a skinny 16-year-old) eyed my two bags of groceries and said - in what sounded like utter sincerity - "those are pretty heavy bags, ma'am. would you like me to help you and carry those out to your car?" ...seriously.
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