Three Honest Questions for Women Over 35
Come on now, let’s get it together.
Welcome to the inevitable. Let’s just say we all made it to a particular kind of club where the membership criteria are nice and loose. All you have to do is age. Pretty cool, right? Except, it doesn’t seem that we are excited about this new phase. In fact, I see a lot of bitching.
We have to talk about how we are going to approach this part of life because as far as I can tell, there are two ways to do this–either gracefully, with the wind in our (albeit graying) hair, or thrashing around like we fell backward into a pool with the cover still on. I see you out there, worrying about what the children are saying about your fashion choices on the socials and researching which cream can remove 40+ years of “I think it’s too cloudy for sunscreen”.
It’s not cute.
I know you’re all tripped up about aging because the following is my most clapped comment ever.
I am not blaming us for identifying with the comment. I don’t even blame us for feeling a tinge less-than as we round the corner, especially if we are thinking we’re supposed to do this aging thing “Jennifer Style”. Look, I love the Aniston/Lopez method and I’d love to sail into my 50s on a yacht powered by injectables and collagen powder, but that’s just not the…
