I look young, dammit. People get into arguments with me about how I couldn't possibly have a Ph.D. I get mistaken for a student ALL. THE. TIME.
Sure, I have gray-- no, white-- hairs that are more than 6 inches long. But I still look young, dammit.
Today, at the grocery store, I got carded when I tried to buy my pre-semester beer. "You must have just turned 21," said the cashier.
He was joking. You know, like when a waiter tells a grandma that she could be her daughter's sister.
Dammit!
