What chance does the female population, aged 45 and over, have to be seen and heard and not turned out to pasture like some aging mule that everyone loves but no one has the heart to put down? We have a chance to all stand in the same space, raise a hand and say, “Hi, yeah, me in the back. I have something to say."
Where the f*ck did THAT come from, and HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN THERE? This is a question I have asked myself almost on the daily since receiving an illuminated magnifying makeup mirror from my darling son-in-law for Christmas.