Act Your Age, Dammit

Or: When should my friends give me The Baby Jane Alert?

Still of Bette Davis in “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?”, Courtesy of Warner Bros. Studio — WikiCommons

It’s a bit of a cliché for a woman to shave her head bald and move to New York City. When she’s 20.

I was 42.

Now I’m 61 and I wear half my head in a platinum blonde crew cut and the other half shoulder length. I tend to dress like a 9 year old boy most days except when I go to work. Then I dress like a respectable dyke right down to my Doc Martens.

Recently two of my favorite voices here on Medium, Vanessa Torre and Iva Ursano, defiantly shouted down age/gender expectations in a couple of very funny, smart pieces. You should read them.

Am I Too Old For Skinny Jeans?

Don’t Tell Me I’m Too Old to Do Something

Hear that?

That’s us not giving a you-know-what about what anyone thinks we should be wearing, not wearing, doing, not…