By a certain age, being called “Miss” seems like a punchline but I much prefer it to what happened to me the other day when I stepped up to the counter at a trendy, high-end fast food chain in LA.
We are women who don't believe age defines us. We are women who believe substance is the new sexy. We are women who are kicking ass, not sitting on it. We are women who love to have a good time as long as we we are home by 10. We are Girls Gone 50.
By a certain age, being called “Miss” seems like a punchline but I much prefer it to what happened to me the other day when I stepped up to the counter at a trendy, high-end fast food chain in LA.
Ask any teenager and they’ll tell you Facebook is for old people (i.e. anyone over 35). But we’ve got news for you youngins. Surprise! The coolest women over 50 are some of the hottest influencers on Instagram.
“Carrie Holzman-Little - you are an Ironman!” Those are the words every athlete wants to hear at the end of a 13-hour triathlon — after a 2.5-mile swim, 114-mile bike ride and a 26.2-mile marathon. I did my first race two weeks shy of my 50th birthday, and 11 years later at the age of 61, I am still racing and still smiling.
McCall’s, Butterick, Simplicity. If those names bring back memories of shuffling through giant laminated pattern books and bolts of fabric with your mother at the fabric store, then you’ll appreciate this new Vintage Patterns Wiki, which has over 83,500 vintage
It’s not just my neck that’s screaming my age. It’s my name. While I always considered my parents’ names to be tragically old-fashioned - when was the last time you met someone named Ida or Willard for goodness sakes? - I never fully realized until this past year what a dinosaur my own name has now become.
My voice can be heard, pealing above the throng, or flinty below the bellowing, I can stand in this square of my own making, being all that I am, knowing that even if not quite hip, heedless hits thumbs up or down, polls be damned...
For the full poem by writer M.E. Mishcon, click on the link.
Nice to meet you! We’re two fearless over-50, still-working-for-a-living women who are excited and admittedly shaking in our low-heeled boots about starting a blog. It didn’t exactly help when a teenage daughter’s reaction to us becoming bloggers was, “Oh, how cute!”.
Far from being cute, this blog is intended for all women over 50 to explore, encourage and share tales from the field of this spectacularly freeing, frightening, confusing, hilarious, emboldening time of life. The fact is, being fearless doesn’t mean we no longer have fears. (Watch for our upcoming posts on, “Things that keep us up at night”.) It means we ultimately don’t let fear stop us from living a relevant, fulfilling and empowered life. We use fear to motivate us because we don’t want to see it win.
Ever wonder what happens to all those golden people in ads, ages 25-40, that brands love to target? Unless we're mistaken, they actually get older along with the rest of us, who become more accomplished and, generally, have more disposable income.
Having spent decades working in the notoriously ageist advertising industry, we saw a market opportunity that 30-year old dudes coming to work in shorts and a graphic-T are just not able to see.
We know you’ve seen this look on lots of younger women but we’ll let you in on a little secret - it’s made for us! Not only does it add some highly desired definition and casual chic, it hides a multitude of sins from muffin tops to marshmallow bottoms. So you can have your rolls and eat them too.