Being an Old Woman is Liberating
After a certain age and with less fucks to give it's harder to keep us quiet and demure
I’m not a fan of TikTok's “demure and mindful” trend. Yes, I know who started it, and I’m happy for her because she went viral and made the money she needed to improve her life.
But the last thing I want is for women to be demure, modest and mindful. No, thank you.
The patriarchy has tried to subdue women long enough. The first thing little girls are taught is to be quiet, modest and pretty. To not be the center of attention and, most importantly, to be mindful of others.
If you want to appeal to the men around you, be demure, modest and mindful. And for god's sake, keep your voice down. Loud, outspoken women are vulgar.
Women struggle against this conditioning all their lives.
We struggle against it when we don’t want the “good man” our parents think is right. How dare we want something better, wilder and more interesting in our lives - how immodest. No one else might want you.
We struggle against it while we chase sexual fulfillment - don’t talk about your desires. You want to enjoy sex? That’s not demure. A good woman doesn’t want sex for fun. She accepts it to procreate.
We struggle against it as we try to make a career. What do you mean? You want an education, a promotion, and more money but don’t want to prepare coffee for everyone—that’s not modest. Be thankful for what you have. Don’t reach for the stars
Be mindful of who you are! You’re a woman. Real women are demure, mindful, and modest.
And we fight. Against the voices inside and outside our brains. It’s a hard struggle.
And then there’s menopause.
With perimenopause come the mood swings - disorders, they say, maybe they’re re-orders. And with it comes the rage.
A rage so deep that many women have issues controlling it. Scary but liberating, it allows us to say things we have often only thought about. It opens our mouths and raises our voices.
It’s like a wave that sweeps away the voices in our heads - or screams over them - and liberates us.
Where we would have bitten our tongues in younger years, we now say whatever comes to mind.
Loudly, forcefully.
Because, fuck demure, modest and mindful. We have just as much right to want, to desire, to speak up and to scream.
And luckily, with the hormones, we’ve lost that part of our brain that cares what you think about how we live our lives. How loud, how colorful, how messy.
You can no longer shame us into being quiet, not on the internet, not in real life.
That is why men are afraid of older women, the women who don’t care if they think she is attractive. Whose self-worth isn’t dependent on their approval.
We’re at an age where the saying “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me” becomes a reality.
We’re no longer interested in your opinion.
We’re no longer interested in demure, modest, mindful - small
We want brazen, immodest, mindless - larger than life.
We’ve been given this one life and intend to enjoy it to the fullest now that we’ve been liberated from the burden of childbearing, childrearing, and child caring—caring for and rearing everyone around us.
We’re off to enjoy our Crone years. And to tell younger women to fuck demure, modest, mindful as early as possible.
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This time a million! I have felt so validated--not that I need validation, dammit!--by the recent responses to misogynistic comments about peri/postmenopausal women from certain politicians. A thread on Twitter/X started by @Andie00471 is chock full of pithy no-nonsense women addressing the rage with humor and sass. I find myself repeatedly referring to the meme "I identify as a postmenopausal woman. My pronouns are Try/Me."
I spent many single years wondering why I wasn't "good enough" to be loved by a man, and why the only men I seemed to get with were either totally emotionally unavailable, or total dicks (or both!)
Now, at 51, I've come to truly understand that I don't need a man in my life. I have friends and family who love me. I am more than capable of enjoying life on my own, and on my own terms. And menopause has taken away pretty much all my sex drive, so I've no need for that (what a relief that is!)
And when and if I do meet someone, I'll be the one who decides if they are good enough for me.