I feel your pain. I turned 50 in July. As you can see from my photo, I don't look it. I have 3 boys, 31, 29 and 27, all of whom have been mistaken for my husband or boyfriend at one point or another. I'm constantly asked for ID when buying liquor, and then have to endure the cashier attempting to subtract 1971 from 2021 like it's some differential equation. Sometimes people are nice, and I take it as a compliment. But often they aren't. Sometimes they are downright condescending and treat me like I'm a moron or something,