(I was 39 here, but I don’t exactly sit for portraits; in tact I rarely sit at all. This is what you get: me in the backyard with MFP telling me to tilt my head and me asking him to please hurry up.)
As I scramble around today trying to manage basketball games, house cleaning and getting ready for my half marathon, I leave you with a brilliant piece written columnist Frank Kaiser on Women Over 40.
As I grow in age, I value women who are over forty most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over forty will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.
I couldn’t have said it better myself. MFP and I have switched roles in this department over the last few years, he now complaining that I don’t “talk to him” enough. Please. I’m pretty sure I used to annoy him with all of my “talking.”
If a woman over forty doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.
A woman over forty knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of forty give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.
This is new to me and very exciting. I simply don’t care that I get dirty looks from the PTA moms anymore because I don’t bake and spend all of my time at the school. Anyway, most of them have husbands who are doctors or lawyers and maids that clean their houses for them while they are volunteering.
Women over forty are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
I consider myself a pacifist, so I don’t think I’ll ever shoot MFP. But I do just sigh and roll my eyes when he annoys me in public now instead of throwing a temper tantrum.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.
I do find myself saying “good job” to almost anyone who will listen these days. Being unappreciated is a part of my everyday existence.
A woman over forty has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over forty couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.
MFP knows all my friends well. However, my thinking is that he wouldn’t dare mess with any of them because divorce is expensive and we’re definitely not breaking any salary records around here lately.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over forty. They always know.
I always know what’s going on before anyone tells me. It’s weird.
A woman over forty looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over forty is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
I’m not ready for the bright red lipstick yet, as I have too many memories of my great aunts’ slobbery red kisses on my cheeks. Perhaps some day. But I have to say, I think blondes look a little raunchy with a red lip.
Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
So true. MFP always knows where he stands. No question.
Yes, we praise women over forty for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of forty-plus, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some twenty-two-year-old waitress.
That’s okay, because it seems like over-40 women aren’t having such a hard time doing the same thing these days. Demi Moore comes to mind. Oh. Wait. Not such a good example.