What can I say that hasn’t already been said on the topic? That I watched this episode of Veep and found myself educated? That as I approach 50 with the grace of a broken lawnmower, I now understand the deadlock between being f*ckable and unf*ckable and that I prefer the former since I want to remain a vital force in the world?  That I’m either menopausal or pregnant, and I just can’t decide which is worse? That earlier this week I had to grimace (oops, I mean “smile”) on command just before my cheek got sewn up after a basal cell cancer glob was removed from my face?

I have two little ones—and dammit, they’ll be called “little ones” as long as I want— and a career in marketing/tech, and now my future looks less like making dreams come true, than fervently clinging to what vitality I have left. I’m not blue about this, just suitably dye-jobbed grey. Here I am, careening toward old-ladyhood, but with just enough denial left in that ‘special serum’ bottle I bought for $49/ounce at CVS to keep me from embracing it and doing it well.

What say you old ladies? What is the best I can expect? Who among you is rocking the world the way you want? I want to hear from you….