Are You Old Enough?

Happy July, Friends!  This month we’ll be discussing pet peeves.  If you happen to have any you want to share, and if they peeve me as much as they do you, I’ll be happy to write a post about them.  Here’s one of mine:

Have you ever wondered who on Capitol Hill is in charge of setting the “legal ages” for certain life events, and moreover what they were thinking when they did?

For example, in most states, you can quit school without parental consent at the age of 16…  But you cannot see a Rated R movie without adult supervision until the age of 17.  Furthermore, at 16, while you can choose to take yourself out of school without a parent, you cannot then change your mind and enroll yourself back in high school with Mommy or Daddy’s signature.

At 16, you can also get a driver’s license and drive a car.  However, you can’t own a car, and if you cause an accident, your parents who may not even have been present, are responsible for the damages.

Now, if you’re 18, you can also enroll in the armed forces and lay down your life for your country, but God-forbid you take a sip of alcohol for another 3 years until you’re 21.

So in conclusion, you can make the maturely wise decision to throw your life away by giving up on your education at 16 years old, and at that age you can even get a job, but don’t plan on buying a rated R movie ticket with your wages.

Only one short year later, you’ll be allowed to see some rear-end nudity by yourself at a movie theater when you turn 17.

A year after that, at 18 years old, you can buy a lottery ticket, you can get a credit card, and you can sign a legally-binding contract.  At 18, you can even vote for the president, unenroll yourself from high school and move, sign a lease, get married, change your name, and enroll in a different school altogether.  And the school isn’t even allowed to tell your parents where you transferred.  But by golly, don’t you dare get sick, because Mom, not Hubby, will have to be the one to write you a note to excuse your absence if you do.

Just three short years later, after you’ve moved out of the house, gotten married, applied for a few credit cards, had your own children, helped elect the new President, and served in the military, you can pour yourself a big glass of champagne to celebrate your accomplishments, but don’t even think of going to Alamo or Enterprise to rent a car to take the family on vacation…  That will have to wait another 4 years!

Talk to me:  How do you feel about these legal ages of certain landmarks?  What’s your biggest pet peeve?  How old were you (or how old will you be) at your high school graduation?  Do you have any big plans this summer?