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Being Seventy-Five

Being Seventy-Five

This past Sunday, at precisely 5:39 a.m., I turned 75.

There’s a whole existential shtick about getting older, especially as it pertains to older women. We’re invisible, we’re cranky, we’re pushy, and we’re generally boring. Jane Fonda being the exception, women don’t generally talk about our age or about getting older in this society. We lie, Read More