“I just remembered that today’s my birthday.” I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade…. Thirty – the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair…. So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
Am I just super anxious about my imminent birthday or is The Great Gatsby actually really all about turning 30??
(Yes, this was my major takeaway from the movie.)