I had to walk away from this article when I got to this. I nearly put my fist through the wall. Of course, we can give away our power to such c— ts both male and female and differently gendered, or we can acknowledge the disease that rots them out from the inside. How utterly terrified she must be of aging. How utterly terrified she must be of her upcoming decrepitude that she would fire off an insult at someone she doesn’t know. That is her journey, through the emotional sewage and bon voyage, honey bun. Clearly, she never had her day. And at the rate she’s going she probably never will. What a prison she must be in that all she can do is fire nasty darts from between the bars of her own private hell.

EVERY decade during which we can summarily dump ageism, be free of the fear of every passing year, embrace every morning with enthusiasm, be grateful for a terrific fuck or a terrific friend is a great decade. As we age we can let go of the worries that ruin our faces as we allow ourselves to be terrified of the single thing we cannot help. And that milady in the business suit also knows; every day she wakes up she is a day older. Might as well make it one hell of a day.