Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Today for the first time a waiter made little old lady jokes while taking my lunch order. At first I was surprised, since (like all aging people) I still feel young inside. Later I got slightly irritated, but at least he was being friendly. And he was no spring chicken himself, so I don't believe he was trying to insult me on purpose.
Someone wrote about how, in our fifties, women become invisible. Can't remember where I read it, but it's so true. Truth is, there are great advantages to invisibility - men don't stare at me like they used to, (never did I enjoy the leering, not ever!), kids and teenagers on the Metro are more polite, maybe because I look like their grandmother. It could be worse, I suppose.
So much about aging is a blessing, I mean that! But certain bits are humbling. Is that a good thing?
To all who think it's cute to tease middle aged women about their age? It isn't. Cease and desist. Thanks.