Janet Writes

So I finally got my shit together enough today to venture downtown to see the Andy Warhol exhibit. As an independent student at Concordia University, I can get half price admission. Or so I thought. Once inside, a sign reads: Students (30 years old and under) $7.50. Those fuckers. I went up to the attendant regardless, hoping they weren’t too vigilant about looking at one’s birth date. Turns out she was an age Nazi and, hence, refused my student card. I promptly refused to pay the full rate and left. While most people have completed post-secondary education by the age of 30, plenty go on to do post-graduate studies beyond their 20s, and, as a result, are as financially strapped as a teenaged undergrad. Probably more so. Those students are uber-funded by Ma and Pa these days, decked out in designer duds and equipped with the latest iPods, MacBooks and cell phones. Those of us 30-somethings are expected to take care of ourselves. Not that I am a full-time post-grad, but I plan to be next year. At least now I can get to reading a bit more of those Andy Warhol interviews in the book I’ll Be Your Mirror, which was given to me as a gift a while back, and to watching the documentary Superstar on one Andrew Warhola. I’ve been planning on getting to these tasks before seeing the exhibit. Anyway, the MMFA will be getting a nasty letter from me.