Mar 12 2009
Freaking Out After Forty?
Recently I had to check a box for my age bracket. I have been lying about my age for so long, that I actually had to use a calculator to figure out my real age.
I am older than my bra size which is a 34B ( for beautiful set) but younger than 45. My age box is 35-45 which in tennis circuit years is considered senior.
Agism seems to be the new battle ground for feminism. Not only do we battle for rights as a female but we are battling to remain a sexual object to men as we get older.
I have a plan for hitting fifty and if still single, I am simply going to give up on the pursuit of marital bliss and live out a dream of surf and turf on some island with my board, a pack of Mr. Zog’s sex wax, and sunscreen with 70 SPF. I will take my laptop, my music, and my endless supply of after summer bargain bikinis; and I will live life not worrying about how I look to men.
Have a plan to be a woman, without a man, after all, that is what feminism is about. Living life to its fullest without the restraints of feeling inadequate because you couldn’t bag a guy. And if you do bag a guy, remember to live life with him knowing its not the end of the world if he trades you in for a younger model because life as a woman continues at any age, with any status, and with great happiness if you let it.
