what the fuck, google?

so i got on here to write a post called "contentment" about how when things are going well enough, all the pressure just slides away if you'll only let it. it was sort of going to be a rip-off of elle's post this morning, or if you're more charitable, a "companion piece."

but ...

i go to sign on, and the google sign-on page is like, "we're missing your date of birth. we need it to comply with the law." and i'm like, "you're shitting me, right? elle just signed in maybe ten minutes ago, and you didn't ask her for her date of birth." and google was like, "error! please enter a date in the correct format." so i put in my birthday, and what does it say back?

"you are 37 years old. is that correct?"

omg, just rub my face in it, why don't you? maybe add the word hag in there for good measure, dudes: "you are 37 years old, you hag. is that correct?"

i mean, i know i blog about feeling my age on what's maybe a pretty boringly regular basis, but show some freaking sensitivity, maybe? like, you're a search engine, so just search on how old i am and create a sentence like, "you are the same age that [name of incredibly beautiful actress] was when she filmed [famous film where she was still incredibly beautiful at 37], which is 37 years old. is that correct?"

holy hagfish in a hacky sack, would that be so difficult?

so, yeah. contentment.

great. just re-read this, and i'm turning into elle in my old age.

well ... i guess there are worse people to turn into.

i do love her an awful lot.

thinking about that a little more ...

okay.

i'm back to being contented now.

: )

xoxo,

claire