I'm reluctant to write about older women in case it makes people think I’m one of them. After all, why would any woman wish to be associated with the post-menopausal hordes unless she had no choice in the matter? Anyhow, just so you know, I have not yet reached that point. I may be clinging on by my fingernails, but I haven’t yet crossed over to the dark side.
And what a dark side it is. While I don’t quite hope I die before I get old, I’m still desperately praying for an overthrow of the patriarchy before I get my first hot flush. Being an older women is, by all accounts, grim.