TRANSVESTITE RABBIT TURNS 40
As my brother loudly pointed out, it’s my birthday. He was kind enough not to publicize my advanced age, but the fact is, I’m 40.
Now I’m trying to think what advantages there might be to the big 4-0. Hey, I can join the 40-something blog ring! And… and… um… ARE there any other advantages?
Actually, you may think this odd, but as a young woman in my early 20’s, I looked forward to being 40.
American culture assigns young women a certain role. They play a standard part in the social dynamic, and the rules are pretty rigid. Well, that role didn’t fit me. I often felt like I was doing something wrong, because I was so unlike the prototypical new-adult female.
The worst part for me was the constant disregard. Older people treated me dismissively, as if a 22-year-old woman could not possibly have an intelligent thought or a relevant experience to share. I wanted to be 40 because I believed when I was 40 people would take me seriously.
So here I am. Luckily, I fit the role of the 40-year-old woman relatively well. I have a comfortable existence here on the Left Coast. I have a marvelous husband, beautiful, charming children, some good friends, and a career that is moving forward again after a long child-occupied hiatus.
Sure, I miss some aspects of youth. I miss that sense of endless possibility. I miss the freedom of the unmarried, childless life. But I wouldn’t go back. 40 suits me fine.
And y’all take me seriously, don’t you?