J’ai trente trois ans
I have 33 years. I find that more idiomatic than “I am 33″. Not to get all Sapir-Whorf, but it’s no wonder we associate our identity to our age. Let’s change this– from now on whenever someone asks how old you are, tell them how many years you have! It’s like a badge of honor to reflect your experience.
In my delusional old-age I’ll bear this as a source of pride. “Oh, you only have 23 years, well, I’ve got 33! Suck on that!”