The problem is, aging as I have experienced it bears virtually no relation to the aging that Boomers (and the media) insisted we would endure. I look around at my friend group and dating pool and I see people in the prime of their lives: full of energy, not totally stupid anymore, and usually with a decent career figured out. Boomers at that same juncture in their own lives were self-identifying as "over the hill" and obsessing over retirement.
I'd go as far as to say that one the happiest surprises of my life so far has been learning how the aging I was raised to fear is almost entirely a myth. (not to say it was a myth for older generations, who did live and age in a somewhat rougher world)