It’s a running joke in the United States, at least in my neck of the woods that every year after a person turns 29 that they are just 29 again and again and again.  It is especially prevalent among women.  As if reaching 30 years old or *gasp* beyond is somehow a terrible thing.  It implies that a woman then becomes old and ugly.  That progressing in age, a completely natural and normal process, is bad.  I am glad I