It’s definitely a thing for women. I’m only in my 30s and I’ve gotten backhanded comments from other women about how bold my make-up is, how short my shorts are, how much cleavage I’m showing, etc. etc.
“Aren’t you getting a little old for spaghetti straps?”
“How brave! I haven’t worn a playsuit since my 20s.”
“If I wore those platforms I’d feel like mutton dressed as lamb.”
It’s pitiful more than anything. Far too many women my age seem convinced they’re already decrepit, old hags. And far too comfortable dragging the rest of us down with them.
It’s definitely a thing for women. I’m only in my 30s and I’ve gotten backhanded comments from other women about how bold my make-up is, how short my shorts are, how much cleavage I’m showing, etc. etc.
“Aren’t you getting a little old for spaghetti straps?”
“How brave! I haven’t worn a playsuit since my 20s.”
“If I wore those platforms I’d feel like mutton dressed as lamb.”
It’s pitiful more than anything. Far too many women my age seem convinced they’re already decrepit, old hags. And far too comfortable dragging the rest of us down with them.
Interesting. My only concern is my body failing, pain and the horror of nothingness.