There are moments when I casually forget how old I am and then I see one of these former teen heartthrobs playing the father of a teen in a movie and I’m like, “oh, yeah, that’s how old.”
We’ve left an era where womanhood was defined by one’s ability to keep a spotless house, cook the perfect pot roast and produce 2.5 children and entered one where womanhood is defined by one’s ability to undress. There’s got to be a happy medium in there somewhere….
Prince may have said it best, but it’s a sentiment many of us can relate to. And lately, in the rush to proclaim 40 as the new 30 – or even 25 – we’ve noticed a trend of 40 year old women who seem, frankly, afraid to grow up.
There are so many reasons Heidi Montag’s recent marathon 10-hour plastic surgery has us slack jawed and saddened, we hardly know where to start.
So, I’m trolling the web for women talking and writing about turning 40 and come across this great post at a blog called Just Margaret. It’s called Why I love Queen Latifah and being a fan of “The Queen” myself, I checked it out. Turns out, Margaret is turning 40 soon, is “kind of” excited […]