Yuppers. I said it. 50-fucking-seven!

And I still fucking rock.
I’ve got a lot of feedback about my substack. Mostly from ‘concerned’ men and women who worry that by saying my age I’m hurting myself and my “professional possibilities”.

You know what I said? Yup, I said Fuck It. One because that’s what I’d actually say to their faces and second, we have to talk about ageism to combat it.

Here’s are some facts.

• When I got married I didn’t ‘settle down’
• What I got pregnant I didn’t become “weak.”
• When I turned 40 I didn’t become a “useless, old suburban woman”.
• When I turned 50 I didn’t lose my edge.
• When I turned 57 I didn’t become unaware, irrelevant and out of touch.

If anything, I’m more in-touch with a wider range of culture than ever before. I’m chock-o-block full of opinions and ideas. I have more experiences to pull from under my belt (along with yes, menopausal belly fat). And, I am more effective at aggregating, articulating and story-telling.

On the other side of the coin, I’m always going to be shit at the design portion of a deck. I totally suck at it.

There are going to be people that don’t hire me because of my age. Less power to them, literally.
For everyone else, let’s rock on.

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