30-year-old grandmas

I was reading an interview with Nicole Kidman a few weeks ago. In it, she revealed she still likes to go to raves, even at 59: "Dinner at 10.30 p.m., club at 1 a.m. I’ll put on glasses. Sometimes I’ll wear a wig to hide, a little dark wig, and then I can just dance. [...] I’m not an extrovert and I wouldn’t say I’m the person that walks in and goes, I own this room, [but] I love dancing and I’ll go to a rave because I just want to lose it with a group of people and dance." On Reddit, I was reading comments about the article (I really need to stop doing this) and they were all like: "She's still raving at her age? I'm 30 and I would never!" "I'm 29, my knees would give out if I started dancing!" "I'm 33 and I'm in bed by 8pm. My back hurts just reading this!" I've been hearing similar comments in real life too. All my friends are suddenly into crocheting and knitting. They have replaced alcohol with weed and just want to be at home and in bed all the time. I feel like most of this is…