Not a single photo of an old person. All young people posing and curvy and muscley (never did care for muscley), complaining about turning 40 or 30 or whatever. Putting themselves onto nonsensical hashtags just to get views. Quite frankly I was disappointed by the parade. Most looked, well, not themselves. Face-lifted actually.
I can remember reading Seventeen magazine as a teen and it all going over my head; putting on my checked woollen skirt (mum insisted on wool for the winter, she was a quality lady, I had two checked skirts) and thinking how big it made me look. A terrible (understatement) inferiority complex. Never looked anything though like these "oldies" online, all trying to get a look-see from the opposite (and these days same) gender.
I'm glad I'm over all that. Getting old is NOT for the fainthearted but I'm so glad I didn't have Instagram to prop me up in the 1960s. At my age it's fun, not a competition.
A girl of the LOVE generation? Hardly. But I sort of like to think so.