Wikipedia defines “midlife crisis” as a transition of identity and self confidence that can occur in middle-aged individuals.
My question is, why is it that this euphemistic phrase only seems to apply to men and not women? If an older woman wears too much makeup or dresses too young for her age, she becomes the object of sympathy. While people just chuckle when older men buy shiny new sports cars and wear gaudy jewelry.
Is it crazy for me to want to join the Johnny Depp Fan Club at my age or to want to wear leggings when I’m old enough to remember culottes?
It was once my impression that older women just accepted their fate with grace and dignity, content to sit on the front porch and shell peas like the women of my grandmother’s generation. But I have discovered that midlife for women is not all that it is cracked up to be.
The emotions and dreams of youth don’t just evaporate with age, but are always there just below the surface threatening to resurge in unflattering ways.
“I’m old, but I’m not dead,” I want to say to those people who are thinking I have dementia. I still have relevant things to say and a heart that skips an irregular beat when I see Tom Selleck on TV.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,” said the poet Dylan Thomas.
Do not go gentle into that Kim Rogers pantsuit, I would just add to women everywhere.
Susan Welch lives in Dunn.