• She walks into a room, and no one sees her.• She sidles up to the bar, and all heads turn away.
• She references Seinfeld, and no one smiles.
She cannot be seen nor heard. Her jokes no longer charm or amuse.
She’s the Incredible Invisible Woman!
No Comic Book Heroine
No, she’s not a new comic book-turned-movie-script character. She’s every woman who’s of that age, somewhere in no man’s, er, woman’s land. It’s a time of life for women between cute (newborn to 18), desirable (19-40) and adorable (75-90).
Society as a whole finds those of us in this tween time (40-75) to be irrelevant, tiresome, sexless and useless.
From newborn to 18, girls are dancing princesses or rascally tom boys. Anything is possible. Sex dominates between the ages of 19 and 40. A young woman need only exist to be alluring and worthy of attention. After a long, Rip Van Winkle-like spell of 35 years, we hit the adorable years. You can say and do just about anything when you’re old enough, and it’s received with smiles and admiration. Betty White, anyone?
But, But, I’m Still Cute, Ain’t I?
Wait a minute! If you currently reside in the dead zone between 40-75, you’re thinking I already say and do stuff Betty White does. Why am I ignored?
That, my friend, is a question with no definitive answer. Anthropologists have studied the phenomenon, and therapists have listened to their female patients describe it. But the Incredible Invisible Woman syndrome seems to be a suicidally accepted fact. Sorry, ladies. I’m right there with you holding on until I hit the 75-year mark.
Reality Baked in a Muffin
It really hit home a few weekends ago when I went into an upscale bakery to purchase muffins. I strolled up to the counter where two employees stood mesmerized by a young, blond female customer. While this youthful aerobics instructor laughed and flipped her hair, the employees completely ignored me.
There I was holding a wad of cash, ready to buy, buy, buy, a look on my face that said What? Am I that hideous? Finally, one deigned to glance my way. The young man managed to place my muffins in a box without taking his eyes off of blondie. Quite a feat of eye-hand coordination, I must say.
Money Talks and Talks and Talks
We Incredible Invisible Women have two choices:
1. Wait it out for 35 years, like some hibernating desert horned toad.
2. Hold your dyed, plucked, night-creamed head high and remember we have much to offer the world namely humor, perspective, kindness, and money! We’ve earned it, and we spend it!
Go out there, flash around your stuffed wallet, and bask in some much-deserved attention.
She’s the Incredible Invisible Woman!
No Comic Book Heroine
No, she’s not a new comic book-turned-movie-script character. She’s every woman who’s of that age, somewhere in no man’s, er, woman’s land. It’s a time of life for women between cute (newborn to 18), desirable (19-40) and adorable (75-90).
Society as a whole finds those of us in this tween time (40-75) to be irrelevant, tiresome, sexless and useless.
From newborn to 18, girls are dancing princesses or rascally tom boys. Anything is possible. Sex dominates between the ages of 19 and 40. A young woman need only exist to be alluring and worthy of attention. After a long, Rip Van Winkle-like spell of 35 years, we hit the adorable years. You can say and do just about anything when you’re old enough, and it’s received with smiles and admiration. Betty White, anyone?
But, But, I’m Still Cute, Ain’t I?
Wait a minute! If you currently reside in the dead zone between 40-75, you’re thinking I already say and do stuff Betty White does. Why am I ignored?
That, my friend, is a question with no definitive answer. Anthropologists have studied the phenomenon, and therapists have listened to their female patients describe it. But the Incredible Invisible Woman syndrome seems to be a suicidally accepted fact. Sorry, ladies. I’m right there with you holding on until I hit the 75-year mark.
Reality Baked in a Muffin
It really hit home a few weekends ago when I went into an upscale bakery to purchase muffins. I strolled up to the counter where two employees stood mesmerized by a young, blond female customer. While this youthful aerobics instructor laughed and flipped her hair, the employees completely ignored me.
There I was holding a wad of cash, ready to buy, buy, buy, a look on my face that said What? Am I that hideous? Finally, one deigned to glance my way. The young man managed to place my muffins in a box without taking his eyes off of blondie. Quite a feat of eye-hand coordination, I must say.
Money Talks and Talks and Talks
We Incredible Invisible Women have two choices:
1. Wait it out for 35 years, like some hibernating desert horned toad.
2. Hold your dyed, plucked, night-creamed head high and remember we have much to offer the world namely humor, perspective, kindness, and money! We’ve earned it, and we spend it!
Go out there, flash around your stuffed wallet, and bask in some much-deserved attention.
Thanks I often feel that way
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